My life at home was a bit bleak. I think my mother was depressed, looking back, after I was about five, things were fine until then but my father had an affair. It was never the same again. Great big house, four girls bringing themselves up, father never there. I took refuge in books. I lived in them all the time I was at home, as did my mother really. Happiness to me (apart from school) was going to the library armed with library tickets for all four of us, choosing just one each for my sisters, and using the other tickets for my escape. I can't get to sleep at night, no matter how late I get in, until I have read at least a chapter.