Having a daemon (Philip Pullman’s portable souls from His Dark Materials trilogy) would be great. I’d always have someone to talk to and it could help carry the shopping. Phillip Pullman is one of the best-loved, by myself at least, authors of books for children that have reached that age where they’ll get all stroppy like little babies if labelled as such, and anyone older. When my English class read his first book, Northern Lights/The Golden Compass, in Year 9 we were tasked with writing a first person story involving ourselves and the daemon we believed we would have. My choice of daemon (not that you can choose in Pullman’s universe) was a monkey, not because I believed myself to be cheeky but because a primate is so much more practical than anything else. I wanted practicality above all else, which I suppose is a good representation of me. I called my chum ‘Tallelia’, don’t know where I got the name from.
I don’t know that you’ll actually find this worthy reading but my past self certaintly did; I thought I should have got a Booker prize. I was so proud of my jokes and references to the rest of the fiction. To this day I still stop suddenly in my tracks to laugh at the concept of ‘Grand Theft Aero’. Ha! Hilarious!
I now present to you ‘My Daemon Story’. Catchy title, right? All grammatical and spelling errors have been left in for effect.