How My Mum Turned Me Into a Reader


Its still Althea writing to you.

As in my previous e-mail, I’ll be the one entertaining you for nowMy sister is still out of action and the customer service to get a sister replacement is taking forever.

So, back to us, and back to talking about books adapted to series. Have you seen any that you like? Any that you can recommend?

I mentioned Outlander last week, a brilliant series of books, and a wonderful adaptation – but there are so many others!

If you like historical fiction (I call it “victorian soap operas”) there is Winston Graham’s Poldark. They had made a TV adaptation in 1975 but actually there is a 2015 remake with Aidan Turner playing Ross Poldark himself.

And if I mention Aidan Turner, it’s because I remember him in the series Being Human, and the cinema adaptation of The Hobbit, playing Kili the dwarf. Which leads me to The Lord of the Rings.

A new series has been announced… wonder how it will turn out. I honestly adored the original cast… and who could possibly replace sir Ian Mckellen?

I also saw the trailer for Tolkienthe movie, which went straight into my ‘to watch ASAP’ list.Fantasy and Science fiction have always been my favourite genre. They were the only forms of literature that ever made me dream.

My mother desperately tried to get me to read Enid Blyton when I was a child, worried I wasn’t reading enough. She would force me and I hated every second of it! The woman today who always has a book in her handbag is quite far from that little girl it would seem. Truth is, I just didn’t enjoy them. My mother couldn’t understand why… after all, my big sister devoured the Famous Five for breakfast and the Fatty Books for tea, why couldn’t I be more like her?

And then, my mother started to read the Magician’s Nephew by C.S Lewis before bed. She would read a while and stop, saying it was time to sleep – leaving it on my bedside table.

That was the first time I picked up a book and read it for myself.

And from then on, I would never really put them down.

The importance of finding the right kind of children’s book to read just can’t be underestimated.

With my husband, we’re trying to figure out what to read to our son. I called dibs on the Chronicles of Narnia, and he wondered if he could read the Lord of the rings to him. I tried to explain that although it’s a wonderful book, it’s too violent, and too complex for our little four year old baby.

We will continue searching, and of course, just because I didn’t like the Enid Blyton books as a child, it doesn’t mean he won’t! I have so many masterpieces in my stash of kiddy books that I honestly can’t wait to start… and if all fails, well… there will always be Paw Patrol…


So tell me… Did you have a favourite book as a child? What do you read to your own children? Please write to me at delacourtpublishing AT gmail DOT com and let me know!

Talk to you soon!

S.A TEDMAN (Team TheDreadedPawPatrol Delacourt)

PS : If you missed my last post, you can read all about my Scottish Heritage here.

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