I am a Bookworm. (Meaning one, that is.) Three of my nieces are also bookworms, and two of them are always in trouble with their mothers. "She's ALWAYS got her nose in a book." Glory got busted late one night when Boo, her dad, was painting the eaves. (Why he was doing it at 11:00 P.M. is a question, too, but I don't know the answer.) He peeked in her window and there she was with her flashlight.

Were/are you a bookworm? If so, have you run into your condition causing consternation with other folk? And if you're not a bookworm, do you get bothered by people who are?