Learning Reading Speed Kindle Novels & Stories

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.

With one glance around, she slips into the recliner and downloads the next book in the series. The large mahogany grandfather clock in the hall chimes its tune. It's only chimed three times since she started reading. The tune echoes up through the house and reverberates through her ears. Staring at the words The End on the Kindle in her lap, she blinks in disbelief. She has finished the remaining three books in the series, in record time according to the percentage statistics on the Kindle. Her eyes flew across the pages at record speed and yet, she can still recall every line with insane precision, every plot twist connects. It seems that all her cognitive processing is moving at an incredi

Every minute we spent in this house, the risk of a slip-up grew. I looked down at the workbooks. *Grade K Math. Phonics Level 1.* These were the tools of a normal life. A life where success was measured by gold stars and learning to tie your shoes, not by how fast you could run or how hard you could bite. I needed to keep him in this mindset. I needed him to stay "Sarah Miller’s" son.

‘Fingers of Knowledge! I spread out my hands and began to skip about. Whatever book my fingers touched would make its content known to me. I hadn't really done any exercise for a while, so this would work out as a substitute. After going to the place where I could find basic knowledge, I absorbed all the knowledge there in just fifteen minutes because I was moving exceptionally fast. Some books were just on insights and experiences some grand masters shared on their days as 2-star beast tamers. These experiences were quite enjoyable to scan through. But what was funny was that, dozens of them were flooding into my head simultaneously.

Jane still remembered the scathing tone of voice in which she had remarked, after their last book reports, "I have to say that it is very disturbing to find a high school students still choosing books on an elementary reading level." The words had stung. Jane didn't read at an elementary level. She just happened to like short stories. But Ms. Reeds had implied that she was some kind of a slow learner. Jane and Emily walked over to the fiction shelves. Emily started with the A's, taking down every skinny book and turning to the end to check the number on the last page. "Ninety-five. Too short. One hundred fifteen. Too long. One hundred five. Getting warmer. One hundred nine. Colder. Okay, her

“I covered my tracks really well. They’ll never know it was me. I just wanted to learn.” We stayed like that for a while, me playing gently with her soft curls while she told me every detail of her day. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she explained how she reorganized the entire school library system. “I didn’t just get in,” she said proudly. “I fixed it. The adult books were all mixed up with the kids’ ones. Now the system recommends the right difficulty level based on reading speed and comprehension scores. I tested it on three books and it worked perfectly.”

I looked away from him immediately, I hated his intimidating gaze. “Why do any of you need tutors, anyway?” I muttered, breaking the silence. “Don’t you all already get free passes for breathing since you’re higher ranking wolves.” Elliot was the first to speak. His eyes on Lila as if she had been the one to ask the question. “Actually, I’m dyslexic. Reading stuff, renewing what I’ve read or even trying to understand it, it’s tough. I have to study three times as hard or nothing sticks.”

he bid me goodluck and promise to come back when we closed . . . .i start jigling my legs jumping at the same time but shame fall on me when i fall flat on the ground . .people around laugh especially my classmate . .i quickly stand up and start walking slowly . . i get to class and see lot playing while just few is reading . .reading book early in the moring and late at night if you're not tired help brains alot cause it will enlarge the memorising capacity and make you concenstrate alot ... . . . .i walk to my sit and smile when i see what they wrote on my writing desk

Axel stood up after finishing his plate. “Yes, that book will help you a lot to know more about what happens in people's minds. Very interesting.” Daniel nodded. “It also helps me practice my reading.” “Oh, about that I am very proud of you Axel!” Andry smiled widely. “I love how you had the motivation and the will to learn to read. I am very impressed.” “Thank you.” Axel blushed.