Your story kinda sounds like mine.
I know that before maybe second grade(?) I wasn't much of a reader. In fact, I thought reading was boring and a pain, much like a multitude of people today. (Except for when I was at the aquarium and was on a fish hunt, but that's a different story all together.)
However, I remember I went to the library with my dad one day. Not fairly unusual, since my parents were--and still are--avid readers. So, we seperated in the library for a bit, me sort of staring at the books with no real desire to read them, when my dad comes back with a few books. One was some story about a cat and the other was a book with a girl turning into a cat on the cover. (Are you sensing a pattern?)
I don't know what made me decide to give the second book a try, but I figured it couldn't hurt anything. Especially if the girl was becoming a cat. I was hooked almost immedietly. And so was my mom, to a point, since she was reading them to make sure that they weren't too mature for me.
As it is it was through Animorphs that I met my best friend and my other very good friend. And all of you Rafians, because where would I be without all you equally obsessed people? Why, probably in an insane asylum, talking to a blue wall as if it were Ax.