I have a secret. On first appearances I have a couple of attractive wooden bookcases, full of well loved favourite books, all read and neatly arranged. However, this is just the surface of a terrible addiction and hoarding situation almost worthy of a TV documentary. There are plastic carrier bags full of books stuffed in the bottom of my wardrobe; there are piles of books on the spare bedroom floor; there are books in the kitchen cupboards instead of pans; and I have surreptitiously secreted piles of no more than six books on most flat surfaces (don’t you dare count the pile in the photo!). I am fooling no one by moving them round the house in a circuit from one surface to another. So… I am coming clean and sharing my books and my views on them, with anyone frankly who will listen because I am NOT clearing them out.