The only books I can remember clearly are the ones I read when I was old enough to read them to myself. Since I was an early reader (age 3), I guess that isn’t too surprising.
There is one picture book I do remember very well, but can’t think of the title. It might have been “Cat-Cat.” It was about a cat that felt unloved or got into trouble. There might have been a new puppy or a fish involved. I can picture some of the illustrations, and once tried to look it up with no success. :(
Other than that, I remember being obsessed with Sweet Valley High books. I was in grade school, and would walk to the bookstore every couple of days to buy a few more. The lady at the bookstore always told me she couldn’t believe I read them so fast. I also loved Roald Dahl’s books, Charlotte’s Web, The Trumpet of the Swan, Beverly Cleary, Judy Blume, Shel Silverstein, Jack London, Anne of Green Gables, and (by middle school) Stephen King. I firmly believe my early exposure to Stephen King warped me for life.