For the love of books

As a child I was always more interested in drawing than reading. The only books I read were Roald Dahl, and this was purely because of his whipple scrumptious snozcumbertastic made-up words and electrifyingly rotten characters. I was 20, studying hard and partying harder at Uni and I needed to de-stress. My Dad suggested I... Continue Reading →

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