I picked books by their covers - the worse the cover, the more I wanted to read it.
I miss my Dad. My Dad loved cheesy monster movies, so we'd have Godzilla movie marathons. Those are some of my favorite memories, laughing at how the monster outfits were so bad, like black garbage bags for heads.
I had this whole ritual with my mother making the bed with me inside it so I would be invisible.
When we had to do book reports, I would pick a book that no one read and just make it up and turn that in. I got praised for my imagination.