About the Bibliovore

There are some people out there who never find their life's passion.  They may think they don't have one.  They find their jobs and turn them into careers.  They fall in love, marry, raise a family, and retire.  They have idle hobbies that they find fun and diverting.  Perhaps they are weekend warriors, or chess players, or level eleven druids in an online RPG.  Maybe they watch television all day, and find that the lives of the characters onscreen are more interesting and worthwhile than the world around them.  There may be a little niggling doubt at the back of their minds that says, "Where is the overwhelming, all-consuming desire to pursue my dreams that I've read about, heard about, seen in the movies?  What is it that I'm supposed to be pursuing?"

It is the pursuit of this passion that begets a legacy that history will remember, whether for good or for ill.  John Muir's passion for conservation of the redwoods garnered him widespread acclaim and recognition long after his death.  Copernicus and Galileo upended the heliocentric view touted by the Vatican.  Florence Nightingale's pioneering work in the field of nursing to improve sanitary conditions for patients is remembered to this day -- International Nurses Day is celebrated on her birthday.

Though I know that my passion for reading and writing will undoubtedly remain my life's work, I am not so arrogant as to assume that I, too, will one day be counted among the giants of literature I admire so greatly.  I am young, and have much to experience.  I have much to read, and much to write.  I can but strive -- and when we find our passions, what choice do we have but to grab hold with both hands and enjoy the ride?

This is the face of a bookworm who loves books so much she once wrote a short story about people who ate interesting words.