The love of books, of reading and writing, has been at the centre of my life since before I asked for and was given a copy of Great Expectations for my 6th birthday. I learned to read long before I went to school by learning the names on the soap-powder boxes in our kitchen. When I say "OMO", "RINSO," only a few of you might recognise the brands, - I'm showing my age here, but it was good fun, and I quickly discovered the whole new world of imagination waiting within books. I also loved listening to stories and had a tender heart, because my parents found me once crying bitterly at the story of the ugly duckling on the radio, playing on "Family Favourites". In those days, teachers read to us from the Bible, and from classics like the Jungle Book, the Wind in the Willows, and many more. As soon as I was seven, I gained the most magical of passes, little brown library tickets, which you could swop for six different books a week. Going to the library was the highlight of my week! I suppose today, access to Kindle unlimited, and a world of ''free' reading, serves as a similar passage into the enchanted land of story.I believe in the fifth dimension, which is the world of creativity where our fictional characters and created universes can be as real as the physical world around us. Time is the fourth dimenion, and the best way to describe it is to say it's like Homer's scary experience in the SImpsons, where he falls out of the two dimension world of drawn characters into a three dimentional reality. Then there's the fifth, where whole worlds, universes open up before our eyes.So I am still here, reading , writing, and travelling, in and out of dimension, and crossing continents. It's a wonderful life and I treasure every moment of it. Read more about this authorRead less about this author