My earliest reading memory
When I was five and starting school, I would catch a coach from the Oxfordshire village where I lived. Twice a day I read the little metal plaque screwed to the upholstery, which gave the warning “Mind your head when leaving your seat”.My favourite book growing up
In the late 1970s my dad had a copy of Phenomena by John Michell. Each page covers something strange, which might or might not be true: showers of fish, stigmata, spontaneous human combustion. I would lie on the carpet flicking through the pages and loving the chills it gave me that (maybe) there could be such weirdness in the world.The book that changed me as a teenager
When I was 14, I was Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard in a school production of Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas. It was when we were reading those mellifluous words aloud that I first understood that writing could make me feel everything.The book that changed my mind
Learning to Love You More by Miranda July and Harrell Fletcher. The book is a list of assignments: some very simple (take a picture of under your bed), and others more challenging (have a one-person demonstration). The public assignments terrified me, but I discovered that I loved having done them and I’ve been searching out that feeling ever since.The book that made me want to be a writer
