I was lucky enough to grow up in a house full of books, surrounded by grown-ups whose automatic reaction when they saw me finish a book was to put another one into my hand. The true list of the books that made me a reader, therefore, would probably crash this blog’s server. There are a few, though, that do stand out from the crowd – and for me, that list always has to begin with Diana Wynne Jones.
APPLE & RAIN by Sarah Crossan When Apple’s mother returns after eleven years away, Apple feels whole again. But just like the stormy Christmas Eve when she left, her mother’s … Continue reading
There’s a classic TV series called ‘The Prisoner’. People in it are known by numbers, and the lead character famously says ‘I am not a number, I am a free … Continue reading
Growing up, I read Roald Dahl. As a teen, I read Louise Rennison. As I got a little older (mid-high school to university) I didn’t read at all. Well, rarely. … Continue reading
Like a lot of writers, the majority of my friends as a child were fictional. Matilda didn’t laugh at me for using an unnecessarily long word. Max and his Wild … Continue reading