For as long as I’ve been able to read, books have been just about the most important thing in my life (after my family and friends, of course!) When I was tiny, I apparently memorised the books read to me and told them back to people as if I was reading them myself.
When I was old enough to start getting pocket money, it was always spent on books – usually an Enid Blyton, and then as I got older, the Narnia stories and later The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings. Much of my early teens was involved with Agatha Christie and Sherlock Holmes and then as I hit puberty and beyond I shared my attentions between Ed McBain 87th Precinct novels and the Beat writers. Kerouac, Ginsberg and Burroughs are some of my favourite writers. I discovered the wonderful Hunter S. Thompson at the same time.
My reading really took off in my early twenties when I came across Virginia Woolf, Colette, Cocteau, De Beavoir, Sartre, Virago Modern classics and basically became the truly voracious reader I am now. The list of my books (which I’m trying to get onto LibraryThing) is scarily huge and the names of my favourite writers too numerous to mention – hopefully I shall be sharing some of them with you here!