In 1963 I started keeping my first diary, a tiny one with little space per day. In late March I turned 9 years old, and in late September I went to boarding school for the first time, upon which I stopped keeping a diary, and didn’t restart until 1967.
In my diary, I sometimes noted the titles of books that I was reading, and here they are below in alphabetical order by author. The list is incomplete: sometimes I just noted “Books”, or something vague such as “Hornblower” or “Gerald Durrell”. If I noted a book, I presumably started reading it, but didn’t necessarily finish it in all cases.
Some of the books probably belonged to my mother, others came from a library or may have been bought for me. There’s some fantasy here, but no science fiction: a taste I developed a bit later.