I have been reading for very many years. I love reading. I love books. In fact, I work in a library. When asked what my favourite book is, my mind begins to try to sift through some of the more memorable books of my life. Ironically, the book I love the most is not one I read, but one that was read to me. I was at primary school, no more than 8 years old. Everyday we had storytime. As I remember it, my life pretty much existed for story time. 'The Stream that Stood Still' came to shape my life. It is the first memory I have of actually beginning to 'live inside a story'. When I come to think about it, I remember this story as having had a kind of sadness to it. I wanted to read it again...to re-live a childhood long since gone by. Perhaps the sadness I felt was more to do with the knowldege that the story would come to an end. It was that sort of book.