From the age of six to the age of twelve I went around with a book plastered across my face. I lived to read. I still remember the thrill of wanting to know what happens next, how wonderful it was when a story threw up something unexpected and I laughed out loud. It’s to recapture those feelings that I write.
These essays all derive from talks I gave in schools during the 1990s. They are mainly aimed at eight to ten year olds. I’ll add more later, when I get the time.