Let’s get this out the way straight away – I am the world’s slowest reader. I can read, I can take in the detail, it just takes me ages.
The first book I can actually remember reading as a kid was The Colour of Magic by Terry Pratchett. There will have been others, I just can’t remember what they were. The premise:
Twoflower, and his menacing luggage arrive in Ahnk Morpork as the first ever tourist and employ the failed wizard Rincewind as a guide. After Twoflower’s wealth causes Ahnk Morpork to set on fire, they embark on an adventure that will involve visits to the Temple of Bel-Shamroth and encounters with trolls, dragons and Krullians.
The thing I like about Sir Terry’s books are how well imagined and described the worlds and the characters are. They become a sarcastic and witty commentary on real life issues. I know I can be cynical, but I’m not sure whether the book influenced who I am now!
Bedtime but I can’t sleep –
No bedtime story.
Bedtime Story by Frank Ocean.