I read Wuthering Heights when I was seven. I stole a copy from the library. We weren't allowed books in the house because they're ‘dirty and dusty'. My mum had a shelf of fake leather books which my dad used to hide whisky behind. I used to die of embarrassment every time a visitor tried to pick up a book and realized it was fake.
The library was forbidden so it became exotic and sexy in my imagination. I was dying to get in there and read a book!