I was born, as everybody else, on one of the 365 days you can find on a regular calendar. The thing is, for me, that event happened on a January 1st. When I have to mention my birthdate out loud, most people blink, then stare, then usually add something cheesy like, "Wow! New Year's day! Baby of the year! That must be special!" 

Well, no it isn't. 
And I'm not any more special than my birthdate. 

Maybe that's why I like to imagine bigger than life characters. I write stories about unusual people with extraordinary destiny; people who make you wish you were them.

Because that's what reading is about.