I read a lot of books. Not as many as I’d like to – but that’s mostly because of my high ambition level when it comes to reading lots of books rather than a lack of reading. Sometimes I read books which teach me things, and sometimes I read books which make me think. But sometimes I just like to read a good story. No messages, no agenda, just a good story. One of my favourite books is “Haunted” by James Herbert. It doesn’t pretend to preach any message, nor to stimulate any intellectual debate. It’s just a great ghost story. However, I’ve found other James Herbert’s books disappointing. The sequel to “Haunted” – which is so forgettable that I’ve forgotten its name – was terrible. As was “The Secret of Crickley Hall” which I just finished reading. I’ve literally taken this book around the world with me. I’ve carted it in my suitcase to provide reading on a long-haul flight home many times, and never started reading it. Until t...