I’m Charlotte and I like nonsense. I also like books. These are some of the ones I’ve gathered over the years (ok a few of them belong to my boyfriend). Not all of them, no, not by a long shot. The rest are in my other bookcases, and some are in the spare room. Those are the ones not good enough to be displayed in the living room. Yes, it’s a miserable life and some of them even end up getting kicked out of the house. Don’t worry, it’s mostly only those horrible pulp books I’ve gotten from random women’s magazines ages ago. And at the rate I gather books, the house would simply fill up if I didn’t make those sacrifices. Books will be my ruin. And the opposite.
I’ve always loved books. Ever since I can remember I’ve carried books around to read at any given opportunity; in the car, at dull family gatherings, at school recess. So I never excelled at any sports. A lot of my teenage afternoons were spent at the local library. That was before I decided I couldn’t stand to read any fiction I didn’t own. Non-fiction I do occasionally go to the library for, but not often.
I did my Bachelor’s degree in English (with as many literature electives as I could get) and Comparative Literature. My Master’s was in English as well. I did my thesis on Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon and Catch-22 by Joseph Heller. The latter is my all-time favorite book, the former I will never touch again.
Oh, and I live in northern Aarhus, Denmark, in a yellow brick house with my boyfriend Morten, our black labrador retriever Indy, our 15 year old cat Mr Kitty and the guinea pig Bismarck. I don’t work with books, so I spend a lot of my free time with them. Them and my way too many other hobbies.
Want to get in touch? Sure thing, you can e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org.