Sally Partridge has always been a storyteller.
‘We used to go on long car trips when I was a kid and I would make up stories to entertain my parents,’ she says. ‘I used to rattle off stories about fairies and unicorns and all sorts of things. My parents were busy so I was on my own a lot; I think that’s where the imagination came from. Over time, that evolved into writing in notebooks at school and on the back of exam papers waiting for the exam to end. It’s a compulsion that never quite went away.’
She grew up surrounded by books: ‘My mom was a ferocious S reader – she still is. My dad, too.
We had more books in the house than furniture.’
Despite their shared love of reading, Sally doesn’t think she takes after either of her parents.
‘I’m very bookish, but we’re very different, all of us. She describes her childhood as ‘not the most affluent’. ‘We lived in my grandmother’s house when I was growing up. When I left school, I did two years of college, but it wasn’t English or anything like that.’
At her grandmother’s behest, Sally studied tourism, but she never really took to it.
‘I did two years, but I didn’t complete the third year. Then I began doing smallish jobs like data capturing,’ she says.
A few years down the line, Sally found herself in a job she hated.