Well let's see I absolutely love to read and I'll read about everything:D

I ABSOLUTELY love music anything with soul n good beats!

I love a good laugh and I'm a very friendly person so.. i guess that's it since I can't think of anything else to say!

People disappear when they die. Thier voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihialation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written words they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in an amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.
excerpt from The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield