If you are a regular reader of this blog you will know that I love to read. I will read anything. I have finished all the Harry Potters, and I still read the Bug’s picture books. In fact, I will not even consent to recycling my old books – Angelina Ballerina still gets the occasional flick-through.
I struggled with learning to read at first because – let’s face it – it’s all gobbledigook when you first look at it, isn’t it? But once it clicked I was off, usually to my room, for hours on end. I read in the car, on the stairs, on the trampoline, and illegally by fairy-light. I frequently go missing at school, only to be found in the book corner, and if there is ever a spat to which I have finished contributing, I take myself off the library until it is all over.
Writing has required more of an incentive, and so Mummy decided that every time I write a book review, if it is good enough she will publish it here, and I will get a new book. Prepare yourselves; I read at least a book a day, given half a chance, not to mention those I don’t read, honestly Mummy, after lights out!
Some publishers have been kind enough to send us books to review, and I will always oblige on that one. I am 7, but I am now bored with the Rainbow Fairies and like something a bit more challenging and meaty. So far my favouritist book ever is Magicalamity by Kate Saunders. I will even ask the Bug to review books for 4+ years – his favourite is Charlie Stinky Socks.