|These are two covers I actually remember from when I was a child.|
From the time I was six years old, I read science fiction and fantasy without knowing anyone besides my dad and my aunt (his sister) who also read books in those genres. My dad had boxes of magazines with colorful, fascinating covers--robots and spaceships and aliens--in the basement. So I devoured Galaxy and Astounding Science Fiction magazines from the 1950s, not really understanding a lot of what happened in the stories, but captivated by them nonetheless. My dad read A Princess of Mars, by Edgar Rice Burroughs, to me at bed time. Then my aunt gave me some paperback novels--a few of the Witch World series by Andre Norton. I wanted more! I searched the school library and found books by Robert Heinlein and the Narnia books by C. S. Lewis.