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The Avid Reader

I've always known K loves to read.  He has books in the room, books in the toilet even (yes, it's true).  And he loves to read and reread his books which I don't quite understand.  Not bored of reading the same old?  I have to say I was quite surprised by some of the books on his shelf when I first saw one of the titles, "The rise and fall of Rome".  Umm... serious?

Last Saturday he commented that he hasn't been to a bookstore for a long time, and when he was there, he saw the last book of the series which he has been following for 20 years.  Some fantasy storybooks which I have no clue.  He bought it excitedly and said we had to go home fast so he could start devouring - I mean reading - the book.

Devour it was.  He started reading after our dinner.  He went to the bed and continued reading.  He read till the wee hours of the morning.  Sunday morning after a quick breakfast, his eyes were still peeled on the pages.  I had no doubt he was going to finish reading the 10cm thick book in no time.  The apartment was silent since Saturday after dinner, well except for the sound of flipping of pages.  I felt bored after a while because he was not talking to me.  And then I started to take a few pics of him reading.  I was both bored and amused.  That was pretty much the only time silence broke - when he looked up and asked "Are you taking photos of me?"

In a comfy position for a long reading session

"what?"

Reading over lunch (I had cooked dried scallop and minced pork porridge)

Trying to read and giving me the can-you-stop-taking-photos-of-me look
What to do?  I was bored and so thought I could blog about it since I have some pictures now hehe

And of course he finished reading the book by Sunday night.  He said he was so sad he finished the book so fast.  So he picked it up again and reread it...

yawn... somebody talk to me...

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