magician

A mailing list entry promped the most wonderful memory.  I remember staying in my grandmother's house when I was about 11... circa 1982 or 83.  My aunt had left this book lying around and I picked it up because I was bored. It was Magician.  I read the first few pages, and was captivated by the story.  I read it all night long, eating crackerbread and drinking hot chocolate while I read and then discovered it was morning so I got up and had breakfast, still reading as I ate.  I think I finished the entire thing within a couple of days, and haven't looked back since.  
Magician introduced me to fantasy, and from there I started reading Eddings and Ursula LeGuin.  I'll never capture the feeling again, but I remember as a kid rushing to the book shop to pick up the latest Feist or Eddings and rushing home, reading my new treasure on the bus, and then sitting on the big leather armchairs my parents used to have and reading those books for hours. They were magical times for me :-)