It was the Christmas after my 12th birthday. It's a rollocking good read I'd recommend to any child - an adventure story with gods and monsters, love and revenge and good jokes. I did also devour Rosemary Sutcliffe -
Eagle of the Ninth and others, and retellings of the myths of Greece, Rome and Norway.
One more favourite from much earlier in my life - the
Uncle books by
JP Martin (I had to look him up), illustrated by Quentin Blake (I didn't have to look him up). I thought there were only four in the series, but apparently I've missed two. It's the saga of a rich, patrician, paternalistic elephant lording it over the lower classes, beating the ugly riff-raff from the nearby town.
With all of that lot, it's a wonder I haven't turned out like Jacob Rees-Mogg.