At the ripe old age of 22, I can’t believe I’m saying this but I love reading. Throughout primary school, English was my worst subject, I absolutely hated this subject and would even break down in tears. This meant reading wasn’t exactly my favourite and while my classmates were enjoying books such as Harry Potter and The Chronicles of Narnia, I was sat in the corner dreading having to read.
I don’t know what it was about reading but we just didn’t get along. It wasn’t until when I was in Year 3 that things changes, my favourite teacher understood what I was going through and was on hand to help me improve. She gave me a list of different children’s authors, to make reading exciting for myself. Now, there’s only one author from this list that I actually remember and still read today.