My earliest reading memory
Being taken to the local library to choose, being able to browse through so many books, and the rush of excitement as the ones you’ve chosen are stamped and taken home.
My favourite book growing up
The one I still remember off by heart is the poem Please Mrs Butler, in the poetry collection of the same name by Allan Ahlberg. I still have it. I read this poem constantly, and loved that it allowed me into a world of adults, to see what a classroom might feel like from the teacher’s perspective. Most of all, it made me laugh, and I loved that.
