Once upon a time, I couldn’t read or write. I know what you’re thinking: “Savannah, no… your writing is incredible and (mainly) grammatically correct!” But yes. As the (alledged) dyslexic that I am, I took the challenge and ran with it. Why? Because I really liked mermaids and I really liked stories and there wasn’t too many shows out there about mermaids so I guess I had to learn to read or make the stories myself. 

In 2025 I got a little ambitious and read 52 books, that’s a book a week, cover to cover, for an entire year. Now, despite my burning hatred for math (yes Mom, I know “hate” is a strong word, but it’s necessary here), I did some calculations… and that’s a lot of pages. A lot of words. So, it’s safe to say, I really like words. But don’t be fooled as Nick Miller once said, “I’m not convinced I can read, just that I memorized a lot of words.” And with those words, anything can happen.