Seduced at a young age by Philosophy, she is still wondering if it was just to love it or to tell someone about it. One could say she is as concrete as the air – actually, she works to buy books that she might never read. There has always been an invisible wire binding her to words, whether they be well written or clearly told. She has a bad habit for adverbs. Her passion for food must be rooted in her family background, while half of her heart is docked on the Seine. She loves Medieval settings and pulling feathers out of the pillows. Every other day she dreams of opening a literary laundromat where laundry would be just an excuse, after all – while words the real reason to come in.