Studying English Literature as a Christian

In 1979, I turned 17. I was a brand-new believer and at college, becoming a medical secretary.

I was also a naïve and irritating young zealot.

On conversion, I’d tossed onto a bonfire a ring binder heavy with my own angst-ridden, honest poems about love and loss. God would disapprove of them, I’d decided. I also ditched reading beloved ‘secular’ fiction to concentrate solely on the Bible, Christian testimony books and terrifying novels about the Second Coming.