While it is now some considerable time ago, I do not ever remember finding reading difficult. In fact, I was voracious, often consuming paperbacks in a day and a night (albeit, often a late night – using torchlight!).
One of the reasons for this appetite may have been that as a bit of a loner in a family without television, books enabled my engagement with a wider and more exciting world. I was especially grateful for a lovely pair of elderly sisters who lived next door and generously offered an enticing library of classic literature that fed my appetite. As a result, I also never really found speaking difficult and had a vocabulary years above my age for most of my childhood.