Since my late teens, I’ve read widely motivated by people who seemed to know everything. The list of people who inspired me and forced me to question everything I knew includes rappers and authors, but the most authoritative figure in my literary adventure is beyond doubt, the incredible Stephan Fry.
Last month, I drunkenly dragged my friend into a bookshop despite his protests. I picked up a handful of books, and he thrust a thick 600 pager onto my pile. It was a fantasy novel. My friend assured me it was a good read, but having held it, I decided
I was nine or ten when I started reading a book with a red background and the protagonist’s name in yellow capital letters. The front of a red train raced from the page. The painted destination read Hogwarts Express. A bewildered cartoon figure with thin circular glasses and a lightning