World Book Day

Because it’s World Book Day, I’d like to share a little story about a few of the first books I read myself, as opposed to all the others grownups read to me. Of course I didn’t love those any less.

When I turned four, I got – among other things – Tintin in Tibet and two little paperbacks about a girl named Camilla who solved mysteries in her little town. The first ended up in shreds, after I’d read it so many times. It also ended up giving me a lifelong interest in Tibet and the Tibetan culture.

The Camilla books were fun, because we shared a name, though I had a bit of trouble understanding why she was ten years older than me… They were cosy and a little exciting.