It’s no big surprise that I chose books for my ‘B’ post. I am, and always have been obsessed with books.
I love everything about them – the way you can get completely lost in them, how they can transport you to a new world or era. I love the way they can make you feel. A good book can make you laugh, make you cry, terrify you and comfort you.
My love affair with books started early. I remember having chicken pox when I was about eight, and spending a week in bed, devouring a box set of Roald Dahl books. I went on to read everything I could, reading on average two books per week since. In the days before my son was born (when I was too huge to move) I was reading two books a day. That’s a lot of books.
My favourite book? There are far too many to choose. My tastes are eclectic to say the least. I love horror – I read my dad’s Stephen Kings when I was really too young and more recently discovered Dean Koontz. I love the classics. I read Emma when I was eleven (purely because of the name) and quickly became hooked working my way through Bronte, Dickens and Shakespeare’s collections. I class Jodi Picoult as one of my favourite authors and I love the supernatural – sparkly vampires aside.
I’m lucky that my son loves books as much as I do. I love watching as he grows and begins to understand and enjoy the stories.
What are your favourite books??