Between school and undergrad, my undergrad and my Masters, my Masters and my PhD, I had periods where I stopped reading for fun and focused on school. I have these groups of memories of particular books and then a dry spell. I found that my love of reading would reappear periodically and I would dive into books and series with great fervour only for it to be quashed later on usually due to school enforced reading. Like most, however, school put me off of reading, I was chastised for reading ahead or not reading the “right books” so my reading slowed. My Dad prefers the classics and would tell his own versions of 1001 Arabian nights and Homer’s Odyssey acting scenes out with our playmobile figures. My mum would read my sister and I books from all different authors such as Roald Dahl’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Dick King Smith’s Sheep Pig. I was very lucky to have parents that valued stories and would set aside time to read to us. Like most reading started with my parents reading me bedtime stories. Its basically an excuse to get a bit nostalgic and read some old favourites. I wanted to revisit the various books on my ‘reading journey’, discuss my memories of them, why I think they spoke to me at that specific time of my life and then re-read them and give you my thoughts. It’s about the various books throughout my life that have started or reinforced my love of reading.
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