Marie-André Gill was born on the first day of spring, the same day that Chernobyl went boom. She’s the kind of girl who who can’t get enough of books books and isn’t quick on the Ski-Doo. She digs poetry, truly, madly, deeply. And she would like to get around to writing a novel some day or other. In the meantime, she’s studying literature at university for the fun of not knowing where it might lead.