Fast Forward Reading Novels & Stories

I followed her instruction and when I did, I found myself reading out word's on the first page of the book. "Spell one; Possession technique." "No way, I can read the book!"

I observed, the scale of this project dawning on me. "Not necessarily," Alex countered, always one to find a solution. "In the subconscious mind, we can adjust the experience so that ten days feel like only one day in reality. You can fast forward through the less important moments, focusing mainly on the times you were watching movies or listening to the song."

Don't you agree? I found that I read faster than most in class, so I usually liked to read on ahead from where everyone else was reading. Well, I would usually do that when I, of course, wasn't feeling bored or distracted by the thoughts of Ms. Adanna after having left her class. I know the teacher was on to me, watching me as I was turning pages while keeping my finger slipped between the ones the class was still reading.

This one had insulted her precisely, and the precision was interesting. "Those are different things," Mira said. "They're entirely different things." Elara slid a single page across the table. "Most gifted-program children are fast for their age. The age wears off and the speed turns out to have been a head start, not an engine. I don't care about head starts. Sit down or don't." Mira crossed the room and sat, because the page was already turned toward her and her eyes had already started reading it, and stopping now would prove the slow read.

Sometime later, while I was reading through a section he had drafted, I noticed him watching me. "What?" I said, without looking up. "Nothing," he said. "You read fast." "I read efficiently," I said. "There is a difference." "What is the difference?" "Fast means you are rushing," I said. "Efficient means you know what you are looking for before you start." He considered that. "Do you always know what you are looking for before you start?" I looked up then because something in the way he said it made it feel like it was not about reading anymore.

He looked at the three people on the far side of the table and he sat down beside the lead investigator without ceremony and she turned the folders to him and he began at the beginning. He read faster. Leonard watched him read. He watched the specific quality of a person moving through documentation with the kind of speed that was not haste but was the acceleration of comprehension, the pace of someone who knew what they were looking for and was finding it, who was building the shape of the thing with the efficiency of a person for whom shapes of this kind were familiar. Harmon turned to section four. He read section four. He turned to section five. He put the folder down.

So find an adult that you trust -- a parent, a grandparentor teacher, a coach or a counselor -- and ask them to help you stay on track tomeet your goals. Many people read on digital devices like cell phones and e-books. The fast pace of life leaves many people no time to sit and read a whole book, so making use of fragmented time to read is sure tobe a trend. Fragmented reading has its advantages. People can get hold of large amounts of information, knowledge, and entertainment in a short time. Digital reading is faster and more interactive than traditional deep reading.

He would be totally shocked if Hans finished reading those 8 books in just a short amount of time. Hans put down the book he was currently reading and confusedly asked, “Which books are you referring to?” Anthony pointed at the 8 books piled in shock. But what surprised him, even more, is when Hans nodded. He really finished reading those books. That’s ridiculous! “What?!… How did you read those books? By just scanning them?” Those books weren’t thin in the first place. Each book consists of 400 pages or more. Hans reading it at a fast pace is like how a photocopier works. It’s very fast.

he asked. Afrah had to purse her lips as she thought hard. Sadly, there were very few talents she possessed as a whole. And none of them could be safely or accurately controlled, so much so that they would become an Olympic sport. It was a tricky question, and it had her questioning the things she was good at. Finally though, the answer came to her. "Speed reading," she said with a smile. "Speed reading?" Adnan laughed. "How come?" "Let me put it this way," she smirked. "I finished the entirety of the Hunger Games series in two days straight."

Crystal Payne's voice came through, amplified, and Marshall's face immediately hardened. The signal cut off abruptly, the static disappearing, leaving only the sound of birds flapping their wings. My hands grew cold again. I reached out to tug at his sleeve, but he pulled away and lifted his phone high, searching for a signal. I stood frozen in place as he frowned, dialing again, too absorbed to even look up and explain. Sighing, I grabbed my coat and got into the car. In the distance, I could just make out the faint twinkling of stars, but Marshall didn't care—he pressed down harder on the gas.