I spent my childhood in the library and was instilled with a love of reading and writing at an early age (my mother enjoys the story of thinking I was a child prodigy because I could read words out of the newspaper at three years old, only to find that the claims of my genius were premature).
I read more books than any other student in the school pretty consistently, every year from 3rd grade through 10th grade. The only trophies I ever earned are devoted to my ridiculously high accumulation of Accelerated ReaderÂ points. To this day, there are people who were in my high school graduating class who knew me simply as “that girl who reads a lot.”
As far back as I can remember, I have written stories, usually fictional, mostly pathetic. I had a not-so-brief run with Hanson fanfiction when I was 14 that is probably still around on an internet archive site somewhere. But I try not to think about that so much.
Nonliterary interests include theater, manatees, cupcakes, sharing wine and food with friends, singing, corporal cuddling, watching marathons of pseudo-reality shows and infomercials, animal advocacy, human rights campaigns, and Neil Patrick Harris.