I started reading feminist books around the age of ten, and from there I went on to read a lot of philosophy and social history, but I was still in love with fantasy and horror - it was about this time that I discovered the works of Anne Rice, and I remember my first girlfriend and I swapping and sharing two things, The Female Eunuch and The Vampire Lestat, and getting extremely excited by both. At about 13 I started ploughing through the works of Jeanette Winterson, Margaret Atwood, Angela Carter, Aldous Huxley, George Orwell, Oscar Wilde, Virginia Woolf, as well as getting heavily into comics, and into poetry - I loved the modernists, but also a great deal of really old, traditional stuff, ballads and ancient fairy stories. I also read a lot of plays around this time, and I started going through the works of Shakespeare quite systematically. I'm lucky, because the town where I grew up had a small Shakespeare festival down at the old castle, so whenever there was a play on I would take the dog for a walk behind the castle wall, sit on the wall and watch the plays for free!
At 15 I started reading Rimbaud and Baudelaire, which led me to the Beats, which led me into that whole seam of 1950s-1960s American literature, into psychedelia and sex and zen and transcendence, all of which were extremely alien to me as I'd barely had an alcoholic drink at 15, much less drugs or a f**k. I was a late starter in a lot of ways. But I've always suspected that those of us who live our young lives through books get a head start when we finally explode into the world, hungry for love and adventure and sex and danger, because we've read all the instructions first.