At the age of 81 I wonder just how many books I have read over the years. I could read before I was 4 and came from a family of readers, especially my beloved granny, who when she first moved to a smallholding she had bought, had no electricity to begin with. So it was lovely tilley lights and the wonderful evenings where she had two big old armchairs that also had sort of sides up above your head, so that you snuggled down, shielded from the draughts, close to the aga fire, with the occasional sound of logs or coal shifting, and the gentle hiss of the tilley lights, which gave good light to read by. We sat, engrossed in our books, but with the company of each other, and the dogs lying on the rug. Wonderful memories. I progressed through school, reading all sorts of things and once doing a literary Oliver Twist, when I asked the school librarian if they had any more books as I had read all the fiction books they had. She did not believe me and tested me by picking out random books and asking what they had been about. When I could answer every thing she asked I was told to wait there , and she went off and came back with three more teachers and proceeded to repeat the procedure. I started to feel worried because they talked quietly amongst themselves and kept looking at me, but was then reassured by the english teacher going off and coming back with a new - to me - book and promising more to come. Years later when I began to work in London, I felt starved of book time, but then got into the pattern of adding a book to my bag for the tube to join my book by the bed and the other by the chair and the library books each week. So life has gone on and books have been there through good and bad, and are still precious to me. Favourite old books console and cheer me during difficult times, new travel books inspire me to still go physically if I can to other places, or if not I can get a patch of reading everything I can get my hands on about a place and enjoy that. I get hooked on a particular author and ready every book they have written and still my great pleasure is to go into a second hand book shop to find who knows what. My friends and family know that a book token is still a favourite birthday or christmas present. Books have been a joy and libraries my favourite places in life, and as a teacher and lecturer I hope that I have passed on the love of reading to others. However they do it, so long as they read and enjoy it , it is the reading that frees their minds but I shall remain an ardent actual book reader for the rest of my life.