Growing up, I could usually be found with my head buried in a book. My favorite places to go were not amusement parks or playgrounds, but libraries and bookstores where my imagination could run wild. Reader, if it wasn’t already obvious, I’m an only child. For the record, reading has not always been a solitary pursuit though; I’ve been involved in a number of book clubs over the years and continue to enjoy finding community through a shared love of literature. Now, as an adult, nothing has changed in the slightest—I recently got back from a weekend in Toronto and the highlights of the trip were visiting the Toronto Reference Library and picking up a copy of Sally Rooney’s highly anticipated new novel, Intermezzo. I proudly identify as a bibliophile; books are in fact my love language.
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