Books have been a constant joy in my life. From the moment I could turn pages they fascinated me and by the time I could transform squiggles on the page into words and sentences and stories, books had become a non-negotiable part of my life. I have many, many of books in my house and seeing them on the shelf, in piles around the house, on my bedside table (currently 12 sitting there) gives me a sense of reassurance, adventure and delightful anticipation of what lies on the next page. What might I learn? Where might I get swept away to? Who might I meet?