I still remember lying down on my bed and reading those opening words to JD Salinger’s Catcher In The Rye for the first time. They reached out from somewhere and dragged me into a world I didn’t know existed at that young age.
For years, my parents tried, to varying success and failure, to get me into reading. Dyslexia disrupted that journey.
I found books static and boring. I loved the outside world of activity and adventure. Climbing trees, hoarding conkers, and breaking bones. That was my early childhood…https://www.irishexaminer.com/lifestyle-columnists/arid-41795771.html