Over the years however, I've gathered quite the collection of gems that I would love to share with anyone on a similar journey. Unfortunately, growing up, those books were few and far between.
I read together with my mum, who was also wheelchair-bound for as long as I can remember, and we were always on the hunt for books where we could see those parts of ourselves reflected on the pages. My love of reading started in hospital-beds, escaping the reality of my own "stroke of bad genetic luck": a rare form of cancer as a child, the life-long chronic health-detriments that came with ánd a completely seperate progressive genetic connective-tissue-disease. Growing up, illness and disability were always a big part of my life, and I've spoken about how it shaped my relationship with reading as well. No form of representation has had the same personal significance to me as that of disabled, (chronically) ill or divergent bodies.
Representation within fiction has been a huge passion of mine for as long as I've been active as a reviewer.
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