Average Time To Read A 300-page Book Novels & Stories

"He said he'd seen it once. Took about three years." "Three years is a long time." "It is." I look back at the training grounds. "But it's better than never. And in the meantime—" I tap the stack of files. "Apparently I have a pack to help administrate." "Have you looked at any of them?" "I have been looking at them for forty minutes." "And?" "And I have read the same first paragraph of the first document seventeen times." She reaches across the desk and picks up the top file. Flips it open. Her eyes move over the first page quickly, the way someone reads when they're actually absorbing rather than just moving their eyes across words.

“No problem. I’ll just bring some to the table and read with you, if that’s alright.” “By all means,” Benjamin said. He left me alone with the shelf, retreating to the table and his notebook. I debated silently with myself, tempted beyond all reason to grab the three books from the shelf. But instead, I grabbed three texts that I had no interest in, red and black and brown, and brought them to the table. We read in silence for nearly two hours. But as my eyes scanned the pages, I digested nothing, barely even seeing the words on the pages. I had to remind myself to turn the pages to make it look like I was reading, all the while debating my next move.

“I am not done with the book, but it already speaks to me.” Christopher wasn’t one who thought a reader had to read at a speed, finishing books in a day or two. To him, a reader was to read at a pace that worked for them, giving them the opportunity to understand and digest the text, so it was permanent in their memory. He nodded in response, not having any reply for her.

Even reading English from 1700’s was very different. “It’s fairly short.” Snorting, I grabbed the book and glared at it. “Yeah, but…it’s…” “A classic?” “Hard. The Sorrows of Young Werther isn’t just some YA love novel.” Mr. Penn raised an eyebrow at me. “Then you can’t do it?” Cursing under my breath, I slammed it down. “Fine. End of October I need to be able to read…how many pages?” “Until I say stop and start wherever I say, so you don’t just memorize it.”

I think I spent some time reading the book, and I almost forgot I was waiting for Gladimir to return. It was when I got to the second to the last chapter, I remembered that I was waiting for Gladmir. I glanced at my wristwatch, and I was shocked at how fast time had passed. It was about four hours already. ‘I had just spent four hours reading a book’ I frowned. I stared back at the book. When I was done with the book, I glanced at my wristwatch, I had already spent an extra hour. I ran out of patience, I couldn't wait for him any longer.

It was something else that made me wonder how long it would take him to reach my room. I picked up the book again and tried to read. Ten minutes passed and I read the same paragraph four times. Fifteen minutes and nothing. I frowned at the page and threw the book onto the table. “This man is making me insane,” I muttered. “I can’t even read a fucking book.” The door was knocked, three times before I raised an eyebrow as I looked at it. And for a second I considered making him wait, but curiosity and something sharper pushed me to the door. I wrapped my fingers around the handle and opened it.