Notes

He consumed all the knowledge that was in that room. No book was left untouched. And every time he thought that he had finished all of them, new ones would appear. Even with those new "magically appearing" books, it still wasn't enough. He would go to the local library to read, becoming both famous and notorious for is frequent visits, check outs, and overdue books. Web-novels and ebooks weren't safe either, his allowance being splurged on any and all books that he could discover. And once he had consumed all the books he could find, because it's only a matter of "when" not "if", he would reread the ones he liked all over again. Which were all of them.

It wasn't surprising, then, that he became a bit of a book demon. The kind that could read one-hundred books in a day and tell a person every detail there was in all of them, from plot summaries down to the most insignificant mob character. Each book was like his own precious child, and god help the poor soul who slanders one, even if it's the most contrived, plot-holed cliché pile of garbage on the planet.