I like books. The smell of a fresh cover, the crisp look of unmarred pages, waiting to tell their story. I love going to book signings, love seeing the author's face light up as you tell them how much you're looking forward to reading.
I love writing. Scribbling in my moleskine right before bed or typing as fast as my fingers can move. Doesn't matter. That rush of I can't at 11:59 on October 31st, right before I can kicks it to the curb at midnight is what I live and want to live for.
my (...pen)name is annika.
and i am that i am.