The library had long become Claude's second home.

When he wasn't in his dormitory reading, or relaxing, he was in the library, buried in a book like it was all he had.

He could read a whole book a day, though you could catch him rereading them sometimes.

Whenever someone asked what book he was reading, he'd burn up, mumble out a long winded answer and look away.

He wanted to talk about the book entirely! But what if they were mocking him?

Today, his book of choice was a collection of Edgar Allan Poe's short stories.

The pages were annotated.

He seems so utterly drawn into the book, you'd have to really shake him to get him out of the literature-fuelled trance.