For the love of... a good book!
I was given my first reading book in reception class at my primary school. I was the last child in the class to get a book - I had to wait a good few weeks after all the other kids had got theirs as, at 5 years old, I was deemed not particularly bright and was given the easiest book they had. But it didn't matter to me. One of my earliest memories as a child was from that day and running to meet my mum with my new reading folder and brand new reading book feeling very pleased with myself.
It was from there that I got the reading bug and as I grew up I read more and more. Every weekend I would stay with my Nan, also an avid reader, where I would read through her copies of Catherine Cookson books. A different choice for a 12 year old but they were words and I loved them. It was from my Nan that I also received my most treasured book, her edition of Louisa M Alcott's 'Little Women', a copy that I still have to this day, a bit more aged and battered but still very much loved.
And so, here we are, books are still a big part of my life. I have my favourites of course, my favourite authors, Marian Keyes and Jill Mansell, are my go to books, and, like the majority of the population, the Harry Potter books take pride of place on my book shelves. I also loved the Young Adult sagas of Twilight, The Hunger Games and the Divergent series. All of which I could read over again. I joke about my being 'socially awkward' and not liking to mix with people, and whilst this may be a slight exaggeration, my perfect weekend would be curled up on the sofa with a blanket and a good read. Weekend's like this are very few and far between these days but we can dream.
I'm hoping that one day my boy will enjoy reading as much as I do, so the fact that, rather than going straight to sleep last night as he had promised, he spent an hour lying in bed reciting 'The Gruffalo' to himself. I think we're onto a winner x