I can remember a time that I allowed the words ‘I don’t like reading’ to leave my mouth and was proud to have done so. I was five years old - possibly six - and I can remember where I was and to whom I was directing that sincere but misguided sentence. I wasn’t to know at the time, but it would only be a matter of days before events were set in motion to completely reverse my opinion on books. And how could I, or anyone, have guessed? After all, the catalyst for my love of reading - and by extension, my literacy - was not a book, but a film.
