Growing up, I was never fond of being called a bookworm. And while Roald Dahl’s Matilda went some way to improving the reputation of young booklovers, no one wants to be likened to a slimy, brown creature that is at home in the dirt. As I got older, it didn’t get much better, as voracious readers were more likely to be referred to as Book Nerds. This came at a time, during my early years of high school, when to be labeled as any type of nerd was socially poisonous. And so, I surprised myself