I came back from school to find out that my brother had missed his morning bus.
Why had this happened? If you did not know my younger brother, you might not have guessed the reason for why this had happened.
Had he overslept? No. Was he watching TV? No. Was he stuck in the bathroom with extreme cases of constipation that lead his ears to malfunction? No.
He was reading a book.
That is my brother summed up. A bookworm. In fact, on his desk is a entire row of books, a small but crammed bookcase he has. And yes, he had read all of those books, many times.
In fact, he is reading a book in his bed right now, while I am writing this post.
My brother read the Deathly Hallows in a day. He read Snakehead in 9 hours. And I guess he has some other record breaking numbers of reading books.
Why had this happened? If you did not know my younger brother, you might not have guessed the reason for why this had happened.
Had he overslept? No. Was he watching TV? No. Was he stuck in the bathroom with extreme cases of constipation that lead his ears to malfunction? No.
He was reading a book.
Bibliophilia is the love of books. Accordingly a bibliophile loves books, but especially "for qualities of format". A bookworm loves books for their content, or otherwise loves reading in general.
That is my brother summed up. A bookworm. In fact, on his desk is a entire row of books, a small but crammed bookcase he has. And yes, he had read all of those books, many times.
In fact, he is reading a book in his bed right now, while I am writing this post.
My brother read the Deathly Hallows in a day. He read Snakehead in 9 hours. And I guess he has some other record breaking numbers of reading books.
The bookworm, my brother.
