Why I Love to Read.

Posted: November 7, 2013 in Uncategorized

My love affair with reading started when I was about 7. I was on holiday at my Grandmother’s, it was raining and I was whining. No doubt in an effort to shut me up, my mother gave me an ancient copy of Enid Blyton’s Treasure Island and from then on I was hooked. It provided me with a pathway into a different world, companionship (albeit one way) and the opportunity to experience the thrill of adventure without risk. And of course, as we know, it is really a crime novel of sorts.
After that I was only really completely happy with a book in my hand. The Saturday library visit was the highlight of my week. And I have to confess that if I finished my own books I would then start on my mother’s collection. As she was an avid fan of crime stories – fictional and non-fictional – this meant that a few of my childhood companions were somewhat unusual – more Dr Crippen than Winnie the Pooh if you see what I mean . Of course that could have turned out badly but luckily my own criminal career has been purely legal. I leave the more illicit activities to the characters in the stories I write and read.
So do tell…how did your love of reading start?


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