A Foreword

By Katherine Bradley

I don’t suppose you will much enjoy this. It is, in fact, an autobiography.

I’m not exactly a writer, nor an interesting human being. This probably leads you to question why I wrote it at all.

I wrote it because it’s my story. It’s the only one I have any legitimate claim to. Yes, it’s littered with clichés, and events stumble clumsily around the plot while rarely coming into contact with it, but it’s true.

Most importantly, it has all a story needs: namely, a beginning (in which I am born), a middle (in which life generally happens), and an end.