Your First Love
Long before there were girls (one girl in particular, obviously) to worry about, before all my other interests, before gaming, before even music there were… Books!
I remember being told off when I was quite young for reading books under my covers with a torch, hours after I should have been asleep – now no one can stop me bwahaha! One of the first authors I can remember reading as a small child was Enid Blyton – Famous Five and Secret Seven (in retrospect, I can imagine the inkling of the superhero team developing here). Later on came Terry Pratchett and my well-documented love of the Fighting Fantasy series of books. But before either of these, and this will surprise no one I’m sure, there was the Hobbit. What a fantastic book… As always, I am approaching the big screen makeover with a degree of trepidation.
Finally, some people I know got shiny new Kindles for Christmas and asked if I would like to have one myself. And I must admit that access to a potentially unreadable number of books on a tiny little slim gadget does seem pretty Star Trek (read: cool). However, I really like physically owning a book, feeling like you have something special in your hands, and any number of other cheesier clichés… But the point still stands. When I grow up I want to have a library.