I blame Star Wars.The year was 1977, I was five years old and had just seen a movie that almost caused my tiny head to explode. My imagination has never been the same since then; wild, fantastic and ever so slightly silly. I recall the first time I bought a Fighting Fantasy (“choose your own adventure”) book, aged 10 – Warlock of Firetop Mountain. I cheated my way through it of course (who didn’t?) but it got me into reading in a very big way. From there I remember getting down to my local library and finding The Hobbit. Took me a whole summer holiday to read that bad boy, and even then I had to pay quite a few pennies in fines – but what a book!
Wereworld: Rise of the Wolf I’d often have a book on the go myself, although it can be hard to find the time to read when you’ve spent the whole day writing! Reading becomes a habit, and a splendid one at that. It can transport you to magical places, fantastic scenarios full of engaging characters.
Imagination is a beautiful gift – don’t waste it!
A huge thank you to Curtis and Puffin for the guest post - answering my question: