Tag Archives: Kevin Crossley-Holland

January 10

On Not Being a Reader by Kevin Crossley-Holland

Long ago and not so long, I drove over to have a look at the little village of Whiteleaf in the Chiltern Hills where I was born and lived until I was sixteen.  A huddle of cottages crouching under a majestic hill, surrounded by beechwoods, magical as all childhood places (or at least our memories […]