Anything and everything! As a child, I was a voracious reader - the result of having a husband and wife pair of Professors as next door neighbours, and living directly across the road from the local library. I was reading from the age of 3 and a half (those halves were rather important back then!)
I started with Beatrix Potter, graduated to Enid Blyton (it is to society's damnation that you can no longer pick up The Three Golliwogs and read it in all innocence!) and by 5 I had read RLS' Kidnapped. The assistant who sold it to my mum didn't believe that it was for me, so we went back the next week and I gave the amazed lady a complete precis...
Paddington was a great early favourite and like others here I have agreat fondness for Treasure Island and Stig of the Dump. Another stand out from the early years was Emil and the Detectives.
Film and TV waylaid me very early on, so a lot of my reading moved to the pattern it has now - star biogs and film references books - many of us must remember those early furtive peeks at the 'Continental' sections of F. Maurice Speed's Film Review, for the ladies who seemed (from those stills at least) to spend most of the film in a state of undress...
Thanks to TV I discovered Wallace and Charteris, as well as the various pseudonyms of John Creasey.
Study years brought on books such as Silas Marner and a great English teacher who encouraged us in our love for language (take a bow, A.G. Parker!). Withering Depths (as we affectionately referred to the Bronte classic) was another fave, despite the fact that it wasn't on the syllabus and we thus 'wasted' a whole term upon it. I also enjoyed some Dirty Hardbacks (that's D.H. as in Lawrence, to the uninitiated) which is something that Mrs. Smudge doesn't understand even to this day - she can't stand the man...
And that's enough of my rambling - for now...
Smudge