Continuing on from What Reading Means to Me, Part II: The Teenage Years.
Bitten by Kelley Armstrong
During Christmas break from university at age 18, I browsed the shelves of Ottaker’s book shop (they later merged with Waterstones). There I found Bitten, reminding me of The Bloody Chamber with its female werewolf protagonist, I bought and read it in a number of hours, soon returning for the sequel.
This was the beginning of me taking full control over what and how much I read, the quantity of which increased so much I had to set a financial limit.
Continue reading What Reading Means to Me, Part III: Adulthood