Cracking the code of the reluctant reader

I’ve been infatuated with reading ever since I can remember. Not always fine literature: I had a drawer full of Phantom comics when I was about seven, which I would pore over by torchlight after lights out.

Not long after that I discovered a book of Greek and Roman myths on my parents’ bookshelf and spent the summer holidays drinking in stories of Psyche, Hercules and Achilles. CS Lewis and Tolkien followed, then tacky bodice-rippers that I’m sure were completely inappropriate for an impressionable teenage girl …

Read my full post at happychild here.