Books, books, books! Oh how I love books! I guess my life is kind of consumed with them at the moment. I work in a bookshop and still I do not bore of those bounded beauties. As a child I loved mythology and fairy stories. I guess being Irish I grew up imersed in stories of the Banshee , the Púca , and all the different fairy folk. I had a great story book , it was quite old, written by Sinéad De Valera. I loved it. I still do. The cover is now torn off it and the pages have yellowed (or oranged in some places), but the book brings me back to a childhood world I loved. A world that has affected how I read even now. My love of magic has lived on through Harry Potter , The Black Magician Trilogy , The mists of Avalon . Naturally, when someone reads a lot their taste changes or becomes more diverse. Their library becomes more eclectic. I have had the most wonderful romances through literature. I have hated yet loved Mr. Darcy , been lovesick with Heathcliff , pleaded on bended knee for Ro