I love it when you stumble on greatness unexpectedly and so it was with Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy. The first book Northern Lights was bought for me (probably by Aunty Jean or my mum) and I remember loving it from the off, and the fact that we then had to wait, like properly wait, for the second and third installations, The Subtle Knife and The Amber Spyglass, was an exquisite kind of torture, the best kind of anticipation and one that I haven’t really had with a book since. Investigating the rest of his canon made me a genuine fan and so I’ve kept a keen eye on adaptations of his work.