About Me
Sheer poetry, dear boy.
Support your families like the rest of us - be born billionaires.
I was going to put a short bio here but I thought better of it. If you really want to know anything about me you can ask.
Just so everyone knows I am quick to anger. Like a wizard but without the impressive hat.
And that is a chair with a panda on it
so, um, apparently Lionsgate is going to make The Knife of Never Letting Go into a movie
i don’t think i’m okay with this
Do you ever finish reading a book, watching a series, or playing a game with an excellent story, and find yourself wanting to die because you’ve left that world forever? Of course, you can go back, re-read, re-watch, play again, but it will never be the same. Your first experiences of that world are gone, replaced with warm familiarity or love but it’s not as thrilling, as wonderful, as the first time you stepped into that world.
“How can you force me to choose? Picking my favourite books is like picking my favourite student or my favourite child from my family! I just visited my book shelves. Six cupboards, eight shelves, three rooms full of BOOKS. The smell of old, dusty paper. Old familiar spines begging to be read again.
How can I pick between the places they take me to? The times? The cultures? The planets? The beliefs?
How can I decide between King, Koontz, Collins, Pratchett, Gaiman, Goodkind, Austin, Blyton, Hill, Cornwall, Carmody, Cornwell, Smith, Douglas? When I was ten they banned my favourite author, Enid Blyton: I still read her, behind the screens, under desks, as a thrilling snub to authority.
Books take me to places I cannot afford to go - Italy, the Carribean, Hogwarts, Panem, Manderley, Obernewtyn, Rin, Afghanistan. To places I will never see - the Universe (Hitchhikers), Rome (15AD), Gallifrey, Torchwood, Shakespearian England. They allow me to meet new people - Katniss Everdeen, the Grinch, Scrooge, Moby Dick, Elspeth, Harry, Hermione, Darcy, Ron, Dalziel, Pascoe, Sherlock, Rowan.
I cannot go on. I do not have a favourite book. I live to read … I read to live… if you need a picture come to my house, it is built of books.”
How can I pick between the places they take me to? The times? The cultures? The planets? The beliefs?
How can I decide between King, Koontz, Collins, Pratchett, Gaiman, Goodkind, Austin, Blyton, Hill, Cornwall, Carmody, Cornwell, Smith, Douglas? When I was ten they banned my favourite author, Enid Blyton: I still read her, behind the screens, under desks, as a thrilling snub to authority.
Books take me to places I cannot afford to go - Italy, the Carribean, Hogwarts, Panem, Manderley, Obernewtyn, Rin, Afghanistan. To places I will never see - the Universe (Hitchhikers), Rome (15AD), Gallifrey, Torchwood, Shakespearian England. They allow me to meet new people - Katniss Everdeen, the Grinch, Scrooge, Moby Dick, Elspeth, Harry, Hermione, Darcy, Ron, Dalziel, Pascoe, Sherlock, Rowan.
I cannot go on. I do not have a favourite book. I live to read … I read to live… if you need a picture come to my house, it is built of books.”
