I was born in the wrong time period, to the wrong family of the wrong nationality.
Yes that pretty much sums it up. But if you really want to know about me, here it is. Ever since I was 14, I knew that literature would play an important role in my life. My acquaintance with To Kill A Mockingbird in 9th grade opened my eyes to racism in literature. Continuing with American Literature, I fell in love with the seemingly prim and proper characters of the Americana era in F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby.
A year later, I truly understood and appreciated the power and beauty of William Shakespeare’s Hamlet. It was at that very moment where I became completely enamored with British Literature. Throughout college, British Literature and the likes of Jane Austen and William Shakespeare, or Billy Shakes as I so lovingly call him, have become a romantic and emotional relief from life. Upon returning from England after studying abroad for a few weeks over winter semester break, I fell in love with the country that was home to so many of my favorite authors. I plan to move there someday.
Over the years, devouring words has become my hobby. Regurgitating them back onto paper has become my passion. While I wish I had all the time in the world to devote to such an art, I do my best to get lost in the world of literature as often as I can. An art that so many deem boring and fantastical, I see as my own personal reality, and escape.