Angry Birds and Jesus...
Looking back, I can see very clearly that I have had a lot of special interests over my life. As a little girl it was dinosaurs, cars and my Mum's collection of incomplete sets of cigarette cards. When I was three and a half I wrote my first book - a heavily-plagiarised (ie copied out) mash-up of How and Why Wonder Books (Dinosaurs, Prehistoric Mammals and I think one other). I still remember the thrill of writing out the long words and seeing them appear on the page. I read voraciously, books I shouldn't have been anywhere near but I was the youngest by a long way of four bright children so there were plenty to choose from. My bedtime book of choice at 4 was Mayes Handbook for Midwives . I remember marvelling at the 'shiny baby' (aborted foetus) opposite page 112, and I remember shouting downstairs to ask, "What's a plakenta?' [sic] I devoured Thurber cartoons and short stories, My Family and Other Animals and as I grew slightly older, one horrible book ...