When I was twelve, I was headed onto the school bus to go home one afternoon. A boy, unprompted, mocked me by asking me if I was going home to read my dictionary. (I had a bit of a reputation as a bookworm at school.)
Omg, you were me.
Bibliophile. Logophile. Bookworm is such a plebian term, but I wore that one too.
Did you have glasses, too? Bookworm and glasses is not a good combination at 12.
At 20 or 30 it can be totally different. Cue the sexy librarian tropes. But not at 12, thank God.
I had no idea Merriam-Webster were having fun on Twitter. Thanks. I’ll check it out. ❤