Hopelessly, helplessly addicted to books, is it any wonder I eventually turned to dabbling with the idea of writing something myself? My main love is still reading and enthusing over other people's work however, so I'm prone to distractions when it comes to finishing stuff of my own (but is it really so surprising? I mean; I already know how my stuff is going to end so what's the point?) Love languages and weird cultural stuff. History is fantastic and I still spend waaaay too much of my time running around castles etc. But I live in the UK ... they're right on my doorstep. And jousting tournaments are great in summer.