Nostalgia. It’s a funny word, one that has resonant meaning to me. It brings about fond memories of many an evening, tucked up in bed, sipping a cold Pepsi and reading a good book. My reading taste has varied over the years, from the obvious Laymon, King and Hutson, to the more secretive aspect of my reading library in Enid Blyton, The Three Investigators and Sherlock Holmes. Where these aren’t a surprise to a few – hello, Mum – they helped shape my book taste to this very day. True, I love...
Published on March 17, 2015 15:55