Back in 2010 when I decided I would start collecting my thoughts about books I’d read I was being my usual indecisive self. I spent an age umming and ahhing about what my book review website site would look like, what content would the site have, who did I wanted to try and target with my content and what rules would I follow. The only thing that was never in any doubt was what the site would be called. I already had a name, I’d seen it many years before and it was perfect. It had stayed with me, it meant something to me and part of me knew if I was going to be writing about books it was really the only sensible choice. For years I had daydreamed about running my own dusty little book shop, I still do even now. It would be somewhere off the beaten track, somewhere that was never really that popular. I could be left alone to read in peace without the distractions of modern life intruding. When I first discovered Julian May’s work, it felt like she had delved deep into my brain and rummaged around in my innermost thoughts. She took…