Member Chiru

It's cramped, ever since I moved into a tiny new house with a tiny bedroom. Select books sit on a shelf which stretches the length of my room; the rest are in boxes in the attic! *sniff* What's worse, I had to clear out half of my books before moving, because there was no way I was going to be able to bring them all with me. Fortunately it is building in strength rapidly once again - probably due to the HUGE discounts I get at the bookshop where I work...

Once upon a time I was your normal, obnoxious small child. Then I noticed the dull-looking, post-war Enid Blytons perched on a shelf over the loo at home, read one, and have never been able to escape from books ever since - no matter how much damage it may have done to my feeble attempt at a social life...