You'd think a book would be the least dangerous thing you could send to your friend who's just begun their summer holiday. Nothing could be much safer, it might seem, than relaxing on a deckchair, in a peaceful garden or hotel poolside terrace, with a book and a cool drink. But this is Northern Ireland, and when we send parcels, we have to risk assess.
First there was Chick Lit, then came Dog Lit. And I confess, Dog Lit has become my guilty pleasure. I read it all from memoirs about naughty Labradors to novels about Eskimos and their sled dogs.
Benjamin remembers some of the books he has collected over the years. He recalls ordering books from catalogues - which are essentially the Amazon of the first half of the twentieth century - and waiting eagerly for their arrival.
We all know that feeling of elation and excitement in the days, weeks or even months leading up to a well earnt and long overdue holiday. But when it comes to it, do you ever find yourself wondering if perhaps you should try to be more productive with what precious time you have to yourself?
Here we are, seven years on from the publication of the final Harry Potter book. In its first 24 hours Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows went on to sell over 15 million copies. An astonishing figure that followed the hype, secrecy and excitement surrounding the publication of JK Rowling's final piece of an intricate seven-book journey.