During my childhood and teenage years I was totally convinced that there was nothing as boring as reading a book, this was actually a general conception among students in the institutions I studied. Therefore I chose No One Writes to the Colonel written by Gabriel García Márquez when I was required to read a book in my Spanish class, and this text happened to be the shortest one I could find in my school library. Much to my disappointment, the experience only contributed to reinforce the idea of how unbearable this issue was to me, the book in question was tedious and almost offensive toward the end.
Once I finished my high school I had the cheek to enroll in a career related to literature; though I didn't stand the task of reading I had a much lower level of tolerance towards numbers, and most university programs include some sort of mathematical subject in their syllabus. The program of Linguistics caught my attention because of its languages, but not even then I intended to bother to read an entire book, so I just bought any literary analysis and summaries I could come across with in the local bookshops in order to meet my academic duties; thus I "read" Don Quixote, The Iliad and The Odyssey, among others. I kept doing this for a while until my Literature teacher asked us to read Anna Karenina of Leo Tolstoy; as usual I set out to buy the summary, but... to my dismay (that's what I thought at the time) I did not find it at any bookstore in my city. That was back in the 90s when we didn't have the benefits of the Internet, leaving me no other choice but to buy the original version and read the whole thing up!
Upon complaining about my bad luck I resigned myself to read the book from cover to cover which had the size of a Bible! I forced myself to read a chapter a night, and some days later I realized that I was looking forward to reading time to get to know the new events of the plot.
To my surprise this book kept me quite entertained for the time being, not to mention that I understood and enjoyed a lot more my literature course and my teacher's explanations in class. After reading that book I decided to read another one, and then try another and then one more... since then I settled to buying or borrowing books in local libraries and carry them in my bag so I could read anywhere; until a few years later that one of my students gave me a CD containing 1,000 books I started reading on my PC. Later I saw another student reading on a digital reader and it seemed so practical and comfortable that soon after I got my own. Now I always carry a library in my pocket wherever I go.
Today, I believe that if I had given myself the opportunity to study math I surely would have liked it.
Note: As a non-native speaker I might make some mistakes while writing; though I won't apologize for that I would surely appreciate any constructive comment.