When I was younger I used to read many books. So many that I would get lost in them. I was reading everything, depending on my age; from colorful comics, to Ivanhoe by Walter Scott, to almost everything written by Jules Verne, to Alexandre Dumas and the count of Monte Cristo, to some Robin Hood, to Victor Hugo and Les Miserables, to John Steinbeck and The Grapes of Wrath, to Arthur Conan Doyle and Sherlock Holmes. Of course the Greeks that were considered classics for my generation: Stratis Mirivilis, Alexandros Papadiamantis, and (again) almost everything written by Nikos Kazantzakis.
I still remember my mother chasing me, and me hiding these books inside the covers of the school books; something that did not really help my grades so much...