Once upon a time, there was a little girl called Vicki who loved books. Every night she would slide into bed between the cool, pastel-striped flannelette sheets, and her mum would pull up the blankets and the pretty pink-and-white chenille bedspread and tuck her in. Then her mum would ask which book she should read, and Vicki would tell her. Vicki would then listen agog until her mum finally closed the book, kissed her goodnight, switched out the light and went into the room next door where Continue Reading