The first love of my life was Ray Bradbury. Prior to that I had spent years (of childhood) reading the classics, including HG Wells, Huxley, Orwell. Then I stumbled onto "The Illustrated Man" and I was lost. I roamed The Veldt, I lived the Martian Chronicles, I drank Dandelion Wine while reveling in my new tennis shoes and avoiding the firemen. I skipped from young love to my tween years where I grokked Heinlein and hunted with Zimmerman Bradley. I roamed Sanctuary and rode the Dragons of Pern. When I became old enough to have a lasting relationship, it was with Isaac Asimov and Kurt Vonnegut.
There has never been a time that I have not opened a book and not voraciously consumed it...but some vintages are better than others.