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Having been chosen as a World Book Night book giver, I am busy making a list of people that I would like to pass the book I have chosen on to. I have decided that it would be good idea to give a copy to a few libraries, especially the library in Muirhouse, which was my local library until I was 12. When I was little, my dad used to take me. He was a big reader, mainly reading about the war or cowboy-type books, so it was a real pleasure for the two of us to trot along to the library after he had finished work. I was a voracious reader however, and he found he had to take me along to the library about three times a week, sometimes more. I am sure that this must have been a bit annoying for him, but he never said so. He always took me and we had lovely chats to and from the library together.
I spent the first 12 years of my life in what would be described as an area of great social deprivation. But I didn't know that.The years I spent living there were the most glorious and carefree years imaginable. There was green space everywhere and we were 10 minutes away from the beach. And the library was the most wonderful place in the world. So quiet. So full of adventures to be discovered. I developed a lifelong love of reading from my multitudinous trips there with my dad. When I was big enough to go alone, I missed the little hand-in hand chats and showing each other the books we had picked ( or me showing him if he didn't need to change his books yet ). On World Book Night, it will be my dad I'll be thinking about. He'd have thought the giving away of a million books was a fantastic idea. And so do I.
I spent the first 12 years of my life in what would be described as an area of great social deprivation. But I didn't know that.The years I spent living there were the most glorious and carefree years imaginable. There was green space everywhere and we were 10 minutes away from the beach. And the library was the most wonderful place in the world. So quiet. So full of adventures to be discovered. I developed a lifelong love of reading from my multitudinous trips there with my dad. When I was big enough to go alone, I missed the little hand-in hand chats and showing each other the books we had picked ( or me showing him if he didn't need to change his books yet ). On World Book Night, it will be my dad I'll be thinking about. He'd have thought the giving away of a million books was a fantastic idea. And so do I.