I still own copies of the two books that tell Menolly’s story. Pratchett’s Discworld became my new obsession, but I still reread the Pern books in between all my new discoveries. When the dolphins showed up I jumped ship, moving onto McCaffrey’s Crystal Singer trilogy and then onto The Ship Who Sang before discovering that there were other authors who did even more incredible things with space and time. I made more friends: Masterharper Robinton, Jaxom and his white dragon Ruth, Nerilka, and Sorka and Sean. I devoured the Pern books after this beginning, loving every instalment more than the last as I learned more about the planet and its settlement, about the Oldtimers and the Ancients, about how the dragons were created, and how the technology and history of the original colonists was lost, and then found. That encouraged me to start digging through my parents’ bookshelves again, in search of treasure that I now knew I might find. But it is the book that opened up the adult section of the library for me. Dragonsong was not then, and will never be, the greatest book I’ve ever read. I found fire-lizards and dragons, and the Harper Hall, I found new friends in Menolly and Piemur, and I found Thread and the Dragonriders who fought it. I had found something even better than that, something I had not imagined, a whole new world (literally) that followed different rules and was populated with different creatures. Taking the beautiful dragons that illustrated the two covers as a good sign, I borrowed both books, and began reading Dragonsong on the way home.

I pulled out Dragonsong and Dragonsinger, not quite daring to hope that I’d found something good.

I was pretty sure there wouldn’t be anything wonderful here, but I was out for whatever I could get when my eye snagged on the word ‘dragon’. Here, the shelves were taller and darker, being further away from the large window at the front of the building and it was quiet, almost empty of people, as I scanned the shelves.

One evening after school, having exhausted the library’s children’s shelves, I made my way nervously into the adult section. They didn’t appear to enjoy themselves in any of the ways I understood, they didn’t look for fairy-rings or chase rainbows or make wishes, and they didn’t read any good books.įortunately, it turned out that I was wrong about that last thing. This was for all sorts of reasons – acid rain and animal testing, the Falklands War and the Berlin Wall, uncomfortable clothes, and cars – but most of all it was because Adults didn’t believe in magic. I was very worried about growing up when I was a kid.

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