I love unicorns and fairies and witches and everything else supernatural (sparkly vampires excepted.) Ever since I was a little girl I’ve been fascinated with all things fantasy. As a really young girl I would search the garden hoping for a glimpse of a fairy or elf; I believed in the tooth fairy until I was plenty old enough to know better (partly down to my mum’s tiny handwritten letters tucked beneath my pillow). As I grew older, I loved TV shows like Sabrina the Teenage Witch and later programmes like Charmed. (Which I still love, by the way. I’m currently working through them-albeit very slowly -n Netflix.)
Now, I like to read supernatural books, most recently enjoying The Peach Keeper by Sarah Addison Allen. Strangely, I haven’t written much supernatural or fantasy; perhaps something I should rectify.
I don’t know why I’m so in love with the fantasy world. While in recent years my tastes have grown a little darker, I still love unicorns and fairies. Maybe a part of me still wants to believe that they could exist.