Welcome,** A_Nested_Thorn**! You are certain to get a nickname soon, though it may be something like Nettle or Goathead, so be warned 
As far as books go…well, I was doomed from the start, I think. I think I was about 12 when I realized that 3 of the books I’d had forever had an inscription on them, to me, from my folks. Well, I mean, I knew about the inscription, but I didn’t realize until much later that the date was when I was 1 year old. 
I have since lost those books, but bought them again on Amazon just for old time’s sake. They were just these hardbound Reader’s Digest Condensed Books; I think they came out every few months. And my favorite, favorite one was the red one. It had: Tom Sawyer, The Good Earth, Robin Hood, and The Scarlet Pimpernel.
And I loved the far-away places they each took me to. 
I also had a huge book of Shakespeare, but in common english. But it wasn’t children’s english, and it wasn’t dumbed-down or modernized, just…english.
Which was FANTASTIC, because later when I came across the old english versions, it was much simpler to figure out the words I didn’t know, cause I already knew the story and the context. It was great.
But my favorite wee book was probably Rober Louis Stevenson’s 'A Child’s Garden of Verses." I can still smell that book, feel it, see it, and remember exactly how it feels to sit in front of a window on a rainy day and read it.
Great MMP 
Oh, and Ralph the Motorcycle Mouse
I went backwards, and apparantly started harder literature when I was wee, and didn’t discover children’s books until about 5th grade, lol. Also blew threw the entire row of Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew at the library. But I can’t remember anything at all about them, except that I did so.