A flick and lick on Zara's slender fingers in gratitude, and the bookwyrm flips to the start of the story, her eyes lighting with delight. Book wyrms do not grow bored with stories, they might claim to in order to push for an increase in their horde, but the love between bookwyrms and her books is more like a life long passion rather than a one night stand. They have their favorites, of course, and can enjoy the subtle shifts in translation and publication, but in truth Bronte will no more tire of Anne than one might tire of delightful breezes. They might part for a bit, but in the end, every bookwyrm returns again and again to each book with a love few non readers can ever understand.