I began reading when I was 4 – or at least that is how the story goes in our family. I read like I was short of time – never the same book twice. I read all the books in my parents’ bookshelves, our neighbours’ bookshelves, my teachers’ bookshelves... (it was a small community). When I was 6 my parents began leaving me in the local library after school and pick me up at closing time. You could borrow 10 books a week. I was the only one allowed to borrow as many as I wanted. And I was allowed into the adult section…