I am a nerd, deeply, unequivocally. For evidence of this, one need look no further than my closet, where my most revered piece of clothing out of my embarassingly-extensive wardrobe is a wool blazer with professor-style elbow patches. When my husband found gave this to me for my birthday, I knew he got me… and that he’d finally given up on having a cool wife.
Given this unrepentant dorkiness, it’s only natural that one of my favorite genres is historical fiction. The better researched the novel, the more fan-girly I become. Because the only thing better than enjoying a compelling story is learning something along the way.
Like I said: NERD. Continue reading “Back in My Day….”