On re-visiting childhood books as an adult…

I remember receiving Alex as I turned 12, many Christmases ago. Part of my mother’s gift buying rule for children; something to wear, something to eat, something you need and something to read.

I read the book multiple times, but somehow it got lost along the way.

It’s odd revisiting characters after so many years, seeing parts of the book that your younger self was unable to comprehend.

But this book will be passed on soon to another 12-year-old with big dreams…