The first time I ever saw a reference book of anatomy for the artists it was at home. I must have been in my early teens, my mother normally kept the book out of reach and that was about the time when I was finally allowed to access the entire library in my parents' room - though I would always ask if they think I should read this or the other. They trusted me with their books, I trusted their judgement. They frequently left books they wanted me to read lying around in the kitchen or on in the toilet instead of telling me I should read them; they knew I could never resist.

I was reading the Hellblazer - an ingenious graphic novel from DC comics about John Constantine's bizzare life that's a bit too scary to read alone in the dark, but I can't resist.