I don't want to date myself too much, but there was no TV in my house when I was growing up, and living out in the "sticks" there wasn't even much radio. Easier to fall into the book world in thiose days with almost no other media around. I remember gobbling up all the Hardy Boy books and the Oz books--later the James Bond books and soon Tolkien. As a young adult in the sixties I read a ton of Sci-Fi---Bradbury, Asimov, Leguin and the rest. Later on I found nineteenth century Brit Lit as well as American writers like Poe, Twain and Thoreau. These days, I read many genres, both fiction and non-fiction. I particularly enjoy books with an intense sense of "place" whether real or imagined.
I am also a singer-songwriter and so have split my time between songwriting and prose writing. I have always remembered the scene in the movie, "A River Runs Through it" where the father insists that his son continue to tighten up a writing assignment several times. When the father finally approves the last draft, he compliments his son and then says, "Now throw it away." And that's what I did with my first two novels that I thought had just missed the mark. I always felt a good one was just around the corner, and--though I am of course biased--I believe my current novel, "Tale of the Taconic Mountains" was worth the wait. We will see :>)