I don't remember anyone ever inspiring me to read. However, I attribute my love of reading to being an only child, so needing to provide my own entertainment, and books were the obvious choice. My mum made sure I could read before I went to school*, and books were always a treat or reward for any time I was good and well behaved. Although my parents weren't big readers themselves, and I don't remember them ever reading to me, I also can't remember a time when there weren't shelves of books in my room, and I was always encouraged to read.
Therefore, I have to conclude that my mum was my inspiration to read, as she provided me with the building blocks to becoming an avid reader.
Having said that, like Mac, my English teacher ('O' level in my case), was one of the best teachers I ever had. I wasn't in the top set, and I was in a fairly disruptive class, but he was a great disciplinarian, he was the deputy head of the school, and he loved his subject. This meant he introduced me to some great writers, who I still love today. Although he's retired now, I still occasionally see him in the village, and he still remembers me, so I hope I made a favourable impression on him as well.
*Having said that, she also made sure I knew my timestables (family members say I could do my 1 - 12 times tables when I was three), and maths was always my favourite subject at school. It's just more difficult to make maths into a hobby or entertainment!