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I have loved books and reading since that first Janet and John book in Primary 1. When I was a child, my mum joked I had square eyes because my nose was always buried in a story. (Enid Blyton’s The Famous Five was my favourite!) Until a few years ago, I always had several books on the go; one by my bed, one in the bathroom, one in the kitchen and one in my bag.
And then my husband left me and I could no longer concentrate on the printed page. I tried to, but would find myself reading the same paragraph over and over again, the words refusing to connect with my brain, so I walked away from one of the passions of my life.
Until the last couple of years. Continue reading
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