Hi, I’m Lisa – professional book hoarder and part-time responsible adult.

I love books. Everything about them. Looking at them, collecting them, reading them and talking about them. Especially with my friends Leonie. Because I know she’ll always get me and will engage with the same level of energy. If a book really catches me, I will happily ignore all of my responsibilities and forget about basic human needs like eating and drinking. Luckily, breathing seems to be automated.

Like many of you fellow Bookdragons, I also collect book boyfriends. I’m not very picky. They can be winged Fae warriors, simply Fae, morally grey neighbors… and yes, even the slightly unhinged stalker type might worm their way into my heart. Do they make my heart beat faster when they are witty and overprotective? Absolutely. Would I slap a man if he’d talk to me like that in real life? Hell yes.

On the note of book boyfriends, I simply have to address something very important: ginger book boyfriends are highly underrated. And frankly? The lack of ginger appreciation is a literary crime! So, if you have recommendations with a hot ginger MC – send them my way immediately.

Given my impressive collection of fictional men, I can openly admit: I do love spicy books. A girl needs hobbies, right? Some people knit. I inhale smut like my life depends on it.

Genre-wise, I feel at home in Fantasy, Romantasy, Romance and a good thriller. Admittedly, I am a bit of a chicken – but overcoming those fears just to scream at my book, “I know this person was the murderer!”?  Worth it.

What I absolutely cannot stand are characters who think they are above everyone else and lack basic empathy. It goes against everything in my moral compass, and you will find me ranting about it in reviews. Sorry, not sorry.
The same goes for anything anti-feminist. If it’s part of the story’s critical framework, fine. But glorifying stereotypical or sexist roles or making women responsible for a man’s mistakes? Not on my watch.

My reviews may occasionally spiral into chaos when I get lost in side thoughts or passionate rants. My brain simply doesn’t come with an off switch. But I promise: the chaos will be worth it.

So, if you’re here for chaotic energy, feminist rage, morally grey men and a soft spot for ginger love interests – welcome to my corner of the Den. Enter at your own risk.