In the footsteps of many fellow book lovers, I have fallen into the trap of becoming an English Literature major at my university. But I did this because: 1) I like books in general, 2) I want to write books in my future, and 3) there was literally no other choice!
Progress? I barely know her.
It’s no secret that I have been screaming about, crying about, and shoving all of Adam Silvera’s books into the arms of unsuspecting strangers at the library since I read More Happy Than Not when it was first published.
Everything is in flames. (Get it? Because... dragons?)
Woohoo, I'm making some progress!