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Whenever I am bored and think of utilizing my time by doing something else other then reading books, the bookworm in me crawls up and whispers in my ears “What! You are going to waste your time by doing something that can never replace the pleasure you gain by reading books! Now pick up your tattered copy of Harry Potter and the chamber of secrets.”  “But I have already read it thrice.” My mind would argue. The bookworm in me would then crawl up in my mind and force it to remember the good times I had with my copy of the chamber of secrets and I, like an obedient child, would start reading.