I've just finished reading My Sister Jodie by the wonderful Jacqueline Wilson. And I think it's second only to The Illustrated Mum. What a brilliant book it has been. I've been reading it in the bathroom, at the breakfast table and, tonight, in front of the (not switched on) TV, which shows just how good it must have been!

Books like this make me clutch them to my chest afterwards and want to immediately speak to other people who have read the same book. I had a few minutes just quiet, thinking about the magnificence of what I'd read, and then I phoned Rosie, my 11 year old niece, and the person who had lent me the book. Her favourite character was Jodie (no surprise there, I don't reckon, as she is sort of like Jodie in a wild kind of way), but I think Pearl and Harley were my favourite two.

I love books, and when I read one like this, one that moves me, one that I know will stay with me, I am so grateful for the joy that a book can bring. Oh it sounds over the top, but this is how I feel! I'm wondering if others feel this way? Or is it just me? Let me know!