Yesterday was 'World Book Day' a whole 24 hours designed to encourage children all over the globe to read. Teachers & students across the UK were dressed as their favourite characters and specific lesson time was aside to allow imaginations to run riot amongst words. I took the time to re-visit the work of Roald Dahl (I'd forgotten how much he despised a man's beard). Once out of school and sat in the luggage compartment of an overcrowded friendly TransPennine train to Leeds I got lost in the final parts of 'The Book Thief' a story told by death. I came to this conclusion: Death is a very likeable, confident and honest type. You wouldn't think it. Australian author Markus Zusak did though.