My foster Mum brought me loads of Books. She taught me the endless joy you can get from reading – I was reared on Ladybirds ‘Peter and Jane’, Enid Blytons ‘Famous Five’ and on the fairy tales of the Brothers Grimm, the sagas of Crusoe and Dickens. I searched in vain for a black princess, heroine or adventurer and made up my own stories in my head – day dreaming in class about becoming a writer one day.
My foster Mother told my Mum that I was going to be a writer one day.
“She needs to improve her Mathematics.”
“She got A plus in English.”
My Mother laughed. “She was born in England. What else is she supposed to get? Let me see her Maths book.”
I went on to hate Maths all through primary school and secondary school – picking up a bit when I went on to study Business studies later on. Yet English literature remained my true love and that, will never change