Thanks to the Reading Ape for this opportunity to join such illustrious company and thanks to you, readers, for accepting my invasion.
I’ve always been a reader, for as long as I can remember. As a child I loved books (I loved toys and dolls too, but those were superseded very early on by books) to the point where my mother would tell people, if they asked about presents: ‘Oh, just buy her a book. She’s always happy with a book.’ Although I don’t recall going to the library very often, at school, and with quite a few of my female friends we had an informal library.
We would borrow each other’s books and that way we managed to read through quite a few of the Young Adult series of the time (novelas juveniles in Spain), although we soon moved to standard novels, and even reality-based books (I’ll always remember…
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