Oh gosh- this thread is soo me. One time, my parents forced me to turn off my light and go to bed (my room is across the hall) and because I was in the middle of a really good book- I tried to read by the little red neon light of my clock. Scary.
I actually wrote an essay about being a bookworm, too. If you want to spend the time reading it (and I think you do), here it is:
The Typical Bookworm
The typical bookworm is easy to spot, if one is looking for him. The hunched shoulders, the dark rings underneath the eyes, and of course, the novel clutched to his side are the usual signs. The culprit will more than likely have a pair of glasses placed precariously on the bridge of his nose, the result of too many nights spent reading in the dark. Those diagnosed with obsessive reading disorder, though, can come in many shapes and sizes, so be careful. ]
If you happen to meet one of these unfortunate creatures, don’t be offended if he mumbles a greeting and immediately resumes his book. This is normal behavior for such persons, along with any squeals, laughing, or sighs he may make at any point in time, usually in the middle of math class. If he begins to talk to himself, ignore him, because he is just conversing with the little voices in his head. Sooner or later he will stop talking, but if he does, beware, or you will be caught in the black hole commonly known as “The Readers’ Zone.â€