I began my reading journey in the back of a Wolseley 1300, lying on the parcel-shelf, aged 5, while my Mum and Dad drove from Tehran to Helsinki. I learnt to read as we drove, watching the world unfold through the back window. I tried to draw it as we drove. This was the beginning of a lifelong love of literature and colour. My twin passions have gone hand in hand over the years; in one a pen and in the other a brush.