Everyone remembers the “first grown-up book with no pictures!” that they read, right?
Wel, for me it was J.M.Barrie’s Peter Pan. Somehow this feels, on reflection, appropriate, since reading and writing have always been – for me – a wonderful escape from the mundane world.
I think that’s why I am so drawn to fantasy both as a reader and a writer; it’s more of an escape, it’s more of a neverneverland all of your own.
I still love Peter Pan. I’ve always been more of a Peter than a Wendy – and all those panto versions with Peter played by a woman only went further in my young mind to confirm that this was a role that was open to me – always more of a dreamer than a practical person. (Although, in the disney film I always wanted to be one of the mermaids, but then who wouldn’t want to be a mermaid?)
So that’s my first “proper” book, and I suppose the beginning of a lifelong love affair. Please join in in the comments with an early book – perhaps a first – that has stayed dear to you.
And most of all – HAPPY WORLD BOOK DAY 🙂