The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, a gift from my 3rd grade teacher. I cried when they "killed" Aslan, and didn't realize at the time that he was essentially Jesus in a cat costume. I read The Winter of Our Discontent not too long after that, for some reason. When I really got rolling as a reader at 11, it was a lot of Piers Anthony and Stephan King (starting with the Stand).