Fresh FIction Box Not To Miss
Rosie Somers | Living a Million Lifetimes
Author Guest / August 11, 2017

From the moment I learned to read, I was in love. Not necessarily with words, but with stories. I lived in the pages of the books that I read. I could be a thousand different versions of me all without leaving the comfort of my own bedroom. I was an addict from the very beginning. In fact, I once got in trouble for reading in class. Who gets in trouble for reading in class? If anyone could do it, eight-year-old me could. You see, the teacher was reading a different book to the class, one written specifically for eight-year-olds. But that’s not what I wanted. I craved action, adventure, excitement. The kind of thrilling ride that could only be found in the pages of adult thrillers pilfered from my mother’s well-stocked bookshelves. Once I became an adult, and started experimenting with writing my own novels, I realized there was entire world of adventure I had missed in my leap from young chapter books to adult fiction. Teen fiction. I’m a pre-Twilight-era millennial. In fact, by some scales, I’m almost Gen-X. And when I was growing up, YA/teen fiction wasn’t really a thing, at least not a well-known thing. So, the…