“I was glad my father was an eye-smiler. It meant he never gave me a fake smile because it’s impossible to make your eyes twinkle if you aren’t feeling twinkly yourself.”
Danny The Champion of The World – Roald Dahl
I read a lot of books when I was a child, indeed it is a constant disappointment to me that I don’t read more now that I am an adult with far more capability to understand the nuances in a finely crafted novel. However, as a child I ate books. Well not really. I never actually swallowed a book (or even a tiny corner of page) despite preferring to read than to eat. The Borrowers, Little House on the Prairie, Teddy Robinson, Malory Towers (oh, how I longed to become a boarder and have a midnight dorm feast), The Secret Garden, Goodnight Mister Tom (the first book to move me to tears), Pippi Longstocking, Ballet Shoes, The Famous Five… and on the list goes…
Life of Ryrie 