My earliest reading memory
Around four, sitting cross-legged on a swirly carpet in the lovely old library up the road from my childhood home, turning the pages of Ant and Bee and reading by myself for the first time. Also thinking it’s funny because my dad’s name is Anthony and his best friend is called John Bee and everyone calls them Ant and Bee.
My favourite book growing up
The Magic Faraway Tree by Enid Blyton. I should probably pretend it was something more original, but this book really did take my tiny, fresh little child’s brain, spin it around and take it to places that felt as though they were exactly the places I wanted it to go. Every layer of the tree was more thrilling than the last; I was enthralled.
