My earliest reading memory
Unfortunately my memory for this kind of thing is a complete blank, so I’ve decided to manufacture an incident where my copy of Thomas Pynchon’s Gravity’s Rainbow had to be confiscated from me at preschool because I was having too many insights about it.
My favourite book growing up
I devoured The Colour of Magic and at least 20 other Terry Pratchett novels as a child and consequently have never got over the feeling that there’s something pretty fundamental missing from nearly all “grown-up” fiction (ie jokes).
