Logophile: Lover of Words
*This was an assignment for school.*
EVER SINCE I was a small child, I've had a fascination with words and their meanings. This fascination isn't strictly limited to their meanings, though; it's also the way certain words roll off the tongue, like the words 'elixir' or 'plethora' or 'opulent' or 'splendor', just to mention a few. Where some people find beauty in things like paintings and architecture and music, I find beauty in linguistics.
I partly owe this obsession with language to my mother. She used to read by my bedside every night before I fell asleep, and she even introduced me to Harry Potter, which became a vital part of my childhood. Before Harry Potter, Roald Dahl was our favourite; I don't think there's a single piece of children's fiction written by this imaginative-and slightly eccentric-Norwegian author that hasn't been read to my brother and me by her.
Being half English-on my dad's side, I've always been bilingual. But, it wasn't until a few years ago that I began reading in English instead of Norwegian. It was quite daunting at first, reading in English, because even though I speak it almost as well as Norwegian, I've lived the majority of my life in Norway (excluding a two-year period from age three to five) and hardly ever speak English to my father, though he speaks English to me. It didn't take long, though, until I grew accustomed to it, almost switching over to it entirely.
Not only am I an avid reader, I also write, and when I do, it's always in English. My (rather unrealistic) dream is to be a writer, to live off of what I love doing the most. To craft sentences and plot out novels for a profession would be simply incredible.