Recently, a well-loved copy of Slaughterhouse-Five turned up on our shelves, having traveled here from California. “If you find this book,” the inscription read, “read it and leave it somewhere.” A clever reader left it neatly shelved with the rest of the Vonnegut.
I read. I write. I spend all together too much time on the internet.
I talk incessantly about books, TV and movies.
I write for Hello Giggles and Huffington Post Books regularly, and tweet frequently as Bookoisseur.
By day, a mild-mannered assistant at My Damn Channel. By night, whatever I can think up.