Oh maaaaan, ya know - if it wasn't for Dickens, I'd not be confident in writing.
this is my story in brief related to my love of reading.
i was told I was dyslexic and had ADD/ADHD and to top this all off I'm left handed and I used to write English backwards from right to left with the letters facing the wrong way also - it was mirrored writing.
i was told I was the devil because of this and for many MANY years I felt inadequate and stupid and got into lots of fights because of this feeling of being rubbish and faulty.
after I got kicked out of college for the third time for fighting - I went to the west end and ended up in the UK's oldest and largest bookstore - foyles...
i was mosing around for hours, unable to pick a book - I just wNted to buy a book to read and prove to myself that I could read it, understand it and finish it... But I had no idea what I would like to read.
An assistant from foyles, an old lady, typically and traditionally English - rose petal print dress and all, offered me help.
"may I help you, young man?"
"I'm looking for a book" I replied
"anything in particular?" She asked
me in my ignorance, replied as follows
"a good book"
she nodded, and said "follow me"
she he took me to the Charles Dickens wall and gave me Great Expectations.
my love for the literary world had begun.
Scimi
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