I read, sometimes, then like to blab about what happened.
Yes, it's true. I do indeed read sometimes, and then like to blab about it. Sometimes.
My name's Cat, I'm a 26-year-old Canadian living in Ireland with three weird fish and a very sleepy bearded dragon. No lie - I don't read nearly as much as I'd like to (thanks, video games) but when I'm in a reading mood, I tend to go at it hard.
My favourite author is Robin Hobb, my favourite book is War of the Worlds, my favourite genre is SFF, my favourite format is iffy (Kobo for the majority of my books, and physical copies for ones I already love), and my favourite drink to accompany reading time is hot tea; builder's tea, or chai/Earl Grey with milk & a little bit of honey are always good. The romance genre tends to make me cringe, but as I want to expand my reading and writing, I suppose that means I'm going to have to get around to reading some. Eventually.
Maybe in a few years. There's no rush. A few decades, possibly.
I listen to music far too loudly (but always through headphones - I'm a gentleman that way). I've been collecting anything owl-related since I was a child, and I'm still not entirely sure why. I am not religious in the slightest (unless you count a fervent worship of bees. Then I'm totally religious.) I adore monster movies, campy sci-fi, wizards, and bad-ass female characters.
I sporadically (read: rarely) live-tweet whatever I'm reading over on my twitter.