My earliest reading memory I was about five, sitting in my grandfather's study in Brittany, listening to him reading to me in French from his translated copy of Rudyard Kipling's The Jungle Book.
My favourite book growing up Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way Comes. It had everything an imaginative, lonely child could want: a magical carousel; a carnival of monsters; the scent of autumn leaves in the sun; a glimpse of the darkness behind the nostalgia of childhood.
The book that changed me as a teenager I first read Mervyn Peake's Gormenghast when I was 15. I was supposed to be revising for my mock O-levels, but the book swallowed me whole from the first page.
The writer who changed my mind Dan Ariely. Until I read his book Predictably Irrational, about 10 years ago, I believed (as many do) that my decision-making process was generally objective and unaffected by my surroundings and emotional state.
The book that made me want to be a writer I don't remember a time when I didn't dream o
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