I love books. Literally for as long as I can remember I have loved books. Always. They’ve brought me endless joy since my early childhood and continue to be a source of great enjoyment.
From the early days of Beatrix Potter and Roald Dahl, to Jacqueline Wilson and Enid Blyton, growing up with The Babysitters Club and visiting Sweet Valley High, mixing in Goosebumps and learning about Horrible Histories, then Horrible Science, and reading the Point Horror series under my bedcovers by torchlight. Be it children’s classics, regular classics, modern classics, ancient classics, biographies, true crime, encyclopaedias, fiction, non-fiction, or anything and everything in between, books have always been my constant comfort. So much is my adoration for reading that it has even been in my mind for the better part of 20 years to have ‘BOOK WORM’ tattooed across my knuckles someday…but that’s an idea for a different time.