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The story of how I became a writer is ultimately a cliché one. I was four years old when I learned to read and write, becoming the world's youngest bookaholic. I consumed books as if they were tic-tacs and I wrote my first booklet (I took apart a Snow White fairytale book and rewrote the story because the witch terrified me) when I was five. 

 

However, my life story is about as crazy and as unexpected as they come. I don't know how to sum up my childhood and the events that eventually ruined it, or how to describe my unusual, atypical, extra-ordinary family... but I wrote a book in an attempt to do it. It's a memoir, it's controversial, and it's a story that will surprise and shock many: I'm now in the process of finding a publisher. I was nearly fourteen when I began writing it and I finished it the week I turned twenty. Six years that encompassed my entire adolescence. It was never easy, but God (in Whom I believe with all my heart) was my strength and my support; He never failed in leading me. I pray that whatever talent or skill He has given me I can give back to Him so that He can use it for His glory.

 

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