The Woeful Bookworm
Last time I moved, my friends complained at the amount of books and cooking stuff I had. They really shouldn’t complain about the cooking stuff; at least they never complained when I had them over for feasts. The books, I kind of get. They are heavy when boxed. But it’s not my fault my friends don’t want to borrow my books so don’t benefit from them! I have always been a reader, but Hong Kong isn’t the best place for bookworms. My love for books, along with my love for sports, has been somewhat dampened since moving here, but my love is so strong that it can never be fully killed. As a child, I spent hours drawing up floor plans for my dream house, and they usually ended up being half library. It would have been more efficient to just take a picture of the Beauty and the Beast library since that was my ideal. From age ten to eighteen, I read around ten books a week. I was such a regular at the library they even had me work there one summer. In college, I worked at the university libr