Reading Memories

Last night I got home kind of too late to really do much, except watch The Wire.

Today I once again got into work early, pausing on my way in to renew my bus pass for another month. It was another pretty quiet day, and I left the office at around five o'clock.

I had a microwave chicken jalfrezi curry with pilau rice for my dinner and it was really nice.

It's been another fairly uneventful day. I was thinking of the first books I read. I always remember my Mum reading the CS Lewis Narnia books to me when I was five. Strangely enough even though it was so long ago I can still remember them really clearly and I can remember my Mum reading them really clearly even today. The first sizeable novel that I read myself was The Hobbit by JRR Tolkein when I was about nine. I think it's one of the things about fantasy is that aside from any other kind of genre it opens up the imagination.