You have reached the mysterious island of Not, where I make my home. Here you will find mossy shingles, old castle stairways, wind-chimes, and a glittering green sea. You will find that I like to sulk about humanity while curled up in the corner of my musty library. You will find cutlasses and tomes on tactics, since women on the island of Not are destined to be fierce. You will find the kitchen to be filled with food, and disappearing into corners with puffed pastry is highly encouraged, nay, expected.
If you like adventures, you will like the isle of Not. If you like coming of age, you will like the isle of not. And if you like to think and fight and live with all your might, then the isle of Not is for you.