Sophia’s ghostly presence has haunted libraries since the age of eleven, when she first had regular access to such spaces.

These days, most of her books are acquired virtually, but she still harbors a deep and abiding love for the smell of books, both old and new. When not becoming one with her bed, held down by Monsieur Fat Cat (aka Hermes) and a good book, she’s usually writing the books she wants to read that don’t exist yet–usually involving ghosts and asexual or aromantic narrators, and creepy mysteries.

Her location is probably wherever you last left her, unless the smell of baked goods lured her elsewhere.