Tag Archives: Louie Stowell

April 06

I Was Never Matilda by Louie Stowell

When you’re a writer, people expect you to love reading. For me, they’re partly right. I love stories and ideas. I love wandering in a made-up world that feels realer than reality, where you can meet impossible creatures and get to know them as people (or sort-of people). The act of reading, though? That’s more […]