My mother read to me even before I was born, so I think I can safely blame my reading obsession, my book obsession, and my story obsession – all similar but subtly different flavors of obsession – on her.

When I was around four years old, a hurricane brushed over my hometown. I remember this is because I dragged my entire foot-tall stack of Boxcar Children books into the bathroom, much to my parents’ exasperation. I couldn’t lose my favorites.

What was my first mythological/fairy tale experience? The pretentious side of me wants to say that my first experience of the kind was the day I was born, because the tradition of story is inescapable, permeating every human experience, perfuming the air we breathe. Seriously, though, the first I can remember is Dover’s Favorite Russian Fairy Tales, which my mother read to my brother and me, and which I read to my brother once, and which I reread over and over on my own. I still know and love “Little Daughter Of the Snow.”

My favorite mythological figure has always been Hermes, a god whose underrepresentation is borderline criminal. Amaterasu, Bastet, and Loki are, of course, close contenders for 1st place.

I read all of Shakespeare’s plays in 2015. (Not all of them in one year, I just finished off the ones I hadn’t read.) Every year, I participate in at least two reading challenges. I throw myself headlong into as many NaNo event months as I physically can.

I graduated in 2017 with a B.A. in English and an unofficial major in Needing To Know More All The Time (But With Very Little Energy To Do So). And I drink a lot of tea.

My favorite books are most of Shakespeare’s plays; the Wayward Children series by Seanan McGuire; Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones; the Shades of Magic series by V.E. Schwab; and Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis.