My earliest reading memory
Central Library on Holloway Road in London. My mum used to take me when I was little and it was my favourite place. Apparently the first time I realised you have to return the books, my bottom lip began to wobble and my mum took them for another week to avoid making a scene.
My favourite book growing up
Milly-Molly-Mandy. The books are about a girl who wears a pink and white striped dress, lives in a thatched cottage and eats twice-baked cheese-filled jacket potatoes. A lifestyle I aspired to both then and now.
