"Oh, God, make small The old star-eaten blanket of the sky, That I may fold it round me and in comfort lie" Hi, my name's Evie. I live in London, I'll be 18 very soon and I hope to study Philosophy at uni next year. After that it's a toss up between becoming a philosophy don and writing poetry in my spare time, becoming a poet / playwright and philosophising in my spare time, or going for a cynical and unrewarding life in journalism. The latter seems the most likely avenue, as it entails the highest pay and least effort. I read indiscriminately, and write pretty indiscriminately too. I'm just as happy writing trashy fiction or the occasional fanfic as I am doing poetry or florid short stories. My favourite author is Herman Hesse, but I'm a great fan of Anne Rice and Tom Holt as well. It may seem weird to enjoy a comic fantasist and an author who can't use grammar (or keep a character's eye colour conistent) almost as much as a Nobel Prize winner, but if you can't have diverse and sometimes embarrassing tastes at 17, when can you?