. . . first gave you the reading bug?

IT MAY sound cliched — but it was The Lord Of The Rings. I can remember as clear as day curling up on a chair one winter, aged 12, and immersing myself in that wonderful tale of Orcs and Elves and Hobbits (pictured), Mount Doom and Sauron, and good versus evil. I read it coverto-cover in a matter of days, gazing out over West Dorset’s rolling hills and dark forests through my family home’s French windows, imagining it all for real.