Stories have been a huge part of human history for thousands of years. They have been passed down from generation to generation, transformed and adapted to different formats of storytelling. Stories have thought us about our history, life and death, good and evil, love and sorrow, and opened our eyes to different worlds and ways of living.
Books have been a huge part in my life, they have made me cry, laugh and question my existence and my self-image. As a child, my parents read to me at night, in the morning or whenever I came running with my favorite book clasped in my tiny arms. Then came the time I learned how to read myself. When I learned the meaning of those black peculiar lines and shapes scattered all over the pages of a book, I felt free. I had cracked the code and was able to, not only understand the symbols, but how they together in different combinations formed words and sentences. Since then, I have loved the written word, to read and write.
I know that there are a lot of people like me out there in the world, sharing my love of stories, books and words. That is why I created this blog; to share this love with you and for us to share our love with people who understand.
Quick facts about me:
I’m Frida, a 22-year-old Swedish woman who is always mistaken for a 15-year-old girl. I love books, the words, the smell and the weight of one in my bag. I write in my books but cannot stand people who fold the corners. I am always on a mission to find ’the book’, the special book that change the way you look at the world.