Jessica enjoys practicing faulty-yoga, inhaling coffee, and race-reading a crap-ton of books that her life has absolutely no room for. She’s been known to cry over books, mourn for weeks at a time after the last page turns, and rarely throw one at the wall out of anger and frustration. Jessica is blatantly honest about all of the books she reads, whether they make her world spin on its axis in a hazy fictional intoxication or they sucked so bad she wants her money back.
In the time she isn’t devouring a novel or two, she spends her time going on hikes, driving down old county dirt roads and camping in the woods.
She spends most of her intellectual time sitting with Ernest Hemingway, Henry David Thoreau and Ralph Waldo Emerson.