Author: Hailey Kroll

Growing up, I was in my head. A lot. I was the typical overly independent, shy, and anxious eldest daughter that always had her nose shoved in a book. My safe haven was within the four walls of my local library, surrounded by a myriad of new adventures residing between the pages of a good paperback. Somehow along the way, I lost that side of myself.

As a self-proclaimed bookworm and literature student, there’s a sense of panic that arises when someone asks that dreaded question, “What’s your favorite book?” The last book I read that I deemed a “favorite” was from high school, which was only a few years ago, so why wasn’t that a valid answer? The truth was that I hadn’t read enough since then to even begin choosing a favorite.