This afternoon I printed off a copy of the 2008 Commonwealth Writers’ Prize. I’ve put little ticks next to the half dozen titles I’ve read so far. I started to get excited about getting copies of some of the other novels but then I looked at the big stack of books next to my bed and the smaller piles scattered around my office and thought maybe I ought to finish what I’ve already started. I’m reading about half a dozen different non-fiction titles at the moment. But what I REALLY feel like reading is some juicy children’s literature – something fresh and different by an author I’ve never heard of before. I wish there was a Commonwealth Writers’ Prize for children’s books.