I remember back in the early 50s, I was about seven when mom bought a set of Encyclopedia Britannica. I sat down on the floor next to the bookcase and started reading. I have never stopped reading.
I never played with "dolls", however I did have a teddy bear with buttons for eyes, a bit of yarn for a mouth, and patches on his legs where his fur was worn away from the attentions of my three older siblings. His name was "Slow Poke" and there were many nights when we talked each other to sleep. I gave him back to my eldest brother when he got married and adopted two boys.
Regards,
Gandalf
PS I bought a Barnes & Noble "Nook" e-reader. I don't use it all that much, there is just something about a real book...it's comfort food for the brain.
I agree I would much rather read a real book than a Nook