Mine is certainly horror. My entire life, I have learned towards stories of horror. There is something just so interesting about things that are yet to be discovered, ghosts lurking in the dark or the girl who has no idea what’s waiting for her around the corner. I love curing up in a dim lit room, lighting a few candles and letting the goose bumps form and I turn the page with excitement and a hint of fear.
Once I start reading a book I find it difficult to put it down. I tend to spend the day lying on the couch, flipping page after page until the story finally concludes and I can rest well knowing what happened. I remember when I was a young kid; I’d wheel my wagon all the way to the public library. When I got there I’d fill it with books to keep me occupied for the week. I’d do this every Sunday, and that’s how I spent much of my youth. I think that’s why I enjoy writing now, because I just always surrounded myself with the written word.