What was the last book you bought? I mean a proper book. Made out of paper. With real pages. And an actual cover. Where you had to venture out to a bookshop to buy it. When you allowed yourself more time than you’ll admit to just looking at all the delights on offer. Picking up titles, reading the blurbs and putting them back again. Until you found it. The one. The next adventure you could enjoy in your fluffy socks with a nice cup of tea and maybe a biscuit. Custard cream, obviously!