hopefulIf you had bumped into me at any given time in May, you probably saw a script in my hand and heard me speak in something other than my normal dialect. Lots of lines and lots of accents this month as I prepared for my new roles. (No, I'm not Tatiana Maslany, but when I wasn't on stage or on set, I was watching Orphan Black. And you should be, too.)
In-between gigs, I managed to squeeze some novels in, including these standouts:
Curveball: The Year I Lost My Grip by Jordan Sonnenblick
The Language Inside by Holly Thompson
After Iris by Natasha Farrant
