I’m a girl in my mid-twenties living in Manhattan. I work at a major publisher as an entry-level sort of person in the editorial department.

I love to read. I read on the subway, in coffee shops, lying awkwardly on the couch, in the evenings, in the mornings, during my lunch break, upside-down, sideways, and backwards. Okay, only some of those are true, but you get the point.

I also enjoy philosophizing random occurrences. Am I reading too much into the little happenings of my life? Could be. Am I treating the real world the same way I would a Jane Austen novel? Possibly. Does that make me strange? Mayhaps*. Do I care? Nope, not in the least.

Vices: chocolate, smartfood popcorn, nerdy-type iPhone apps, uber competitiveness, bad TV shows, and cheese.

Pet Peeves: when people just stand there in the middle of a busy sidewalk blocking traffic; leaving nearly empty containers in the fridge

Disclaimer: Though I will frequently blog about books, I will not disclose what publisher I work for.

*I also sometimes make up words because I think they sound better than their real-life equivalents. Why say “perhaps” when you can say “mayhaps?” Yes, I know this makes me the worst English major in the world. So nice of you to point that out.