Remember your first time (falling in love with a book, that is)?

My older son has discovered Harry Potter. He's listening to it on my computer, and all he wants to do is be left alone to hear the next chapter. Last night, I let him listen during dinner (he sat at his own table outside on the deck at the house we're renting in Vermont for the month). I'm totally jealous; I remember the first books I dove into and didn't emerge from for anything. It was the summer before third grade, we'd just moved, and the wonderful librarian (Mrs. Distler) watched me check out a new Nancy Drew book every day and never asked why I wasn't playing outside with my friends (what friends?!?).

How about you? Can you remember the books that first let you shut out the world? Or maybe a more recent and beloved read is what's on your mind. Either way, tell!