I hoard facts the way dragons hoard treasure. I write words as if they are the magic that wove me. I read so that I can spread wings of my own and, through trial and error, fly.
I’m a rather solitary soul, and for me that means that if you can’t find me curled up in an odd position on the floor with a book you can probably find me on tumblr, Goodreads, and sometimes Twitter. If you can’t find me there I’m probably glued to the TV watching Murder She Wrote or The Property Brothers, galumphing outside, or baking the best chocolate chip cookies known to the East Coast. Or so I’d like to think.