Read A Book Fast Novels & Stories

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

I asked in surprise because, wow, he was a fast reader. “What?” He blinked up at me and scowled. “God, no. I started from the beginning of this chapter.” “Well, that’s not fair. You need to start it from the beginning of the book.” “But I think they’re about to have sex here.” “I know! And I had to read the entire freaking book to get to this part. You can’t just come along and pick up where I left off, getting straight to all the good stuff, while I had to suffer through fifteen chapters of cheesy, overdramatic—”

"You know everything in this book, right?" Hopefully, she was expecting a yes and that was what she got. "Yes, I know quite a lot of things," Herla boasted proudly, whirling playfully in the air. If that was the case, Lorraine reasoned, why read it word by word when Herla can just summarise the whole book? It would be faster, more effective, and more … retentive, she thought. "Please, say out only the important part of the book to me," she begged and pinched her brows, making a look of helplessness.

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.

She said I didn’t have much time, I wonder what she meant by that, no pressure, but she’s putting me under a lot of pressure. Luckily it just happened to have a lot of pictures and not much texts, I frowned as I studied the texts, thus isn’t just a book you read and finish, its one that you use and practice till maybe you got it all in your head or something. It was like a witch cook book,… ‘spelllbook, Mela chimed in, “nobody asked you” I shot back and did my best to block her out so I could focus on my reading. I came across a subtitle ‘THE ART OF RUNES’ and so I began first to read, then I grabbed the book and brought it along with me to my room after a few hours, stifling a yawn.

My body lowered on the leather couch as I picked the first book on my stack. I was reading about the history of the pack which meant I had to go back to the first king. It was quite an interesting story and I did not have anywhere to go so I flipped page after page, the sound of the training warriors my comfort in a way. The first book was done in two hours, all six hundred pages of it. I placed it down, picking another and sitting back to indulge myself in history. It seemed my ability to remember everything I read was not shared with the wolves nor the speed I could read at.

He almost smiled. They finished lunch and she went back to the couch and he went back to the desk and the Sunday afternoon continued its slow patient self outside and inside the apartment held them both in the particular ease of two people who'd had a small disagreement and resolved it inside three minutes and didn't need to mention it again. At four she closed the book. "Done," she said. "The whole thing." "I read fast when the structure is good." "What did you think." She looked at the ceiling. "It's the best book I've read in two years," she said. "The backwards construction is the whole trick. By the final page you're grieving something you didn't know you'd been losing since page one."

She had been waiting to read the book, but she was interrupted by unfortunate events the previous night. Flipping through the first page, she continued to the prologue where the story began. Arlene was too engrossed with the book that she didn’t notice that she had passed a lot of time. The book contained 30 chapters and she had read fifteen chapters at a go. She stopped reading when she heard her stomach rumble, so she closed the book and checked the time on her phone, it was 4 pm already. She turned on her data to check her i*******m feed and the writer’s forum she was on for updates.

She could feel the eyes piercing into her, like they wanted to snatch her soul. All of a sudden, the book began opening on its own. Slowly at first, but with each page that turned, the next page came faster. Soon, the pages were whirling back and forth like a tornado, a loud noise filling the room. Alexa panicked internally. Her heart was racing, almost matching the rhythm of the pages. Then, the book stilled. She inhaled, and exhaled deeply in a bid to slow her heart down. Finally, her eyes fell on the page.

‘Yes, madam,’ she replied in a tone barely respectful. ‘Millicent, while you are waiting, read that.’ She turned the copy of she had been reading, on its head and pushed it across the table, scattering her breakfast crockery and nearly tipping the milk jug over. I rescued the milk and then studied the open pages for some time. I couldn’t concentrate. What was I supposed to be reading? ‘You’ve lost me. It’s mainly ads for high-class plant nurseries, horse tackle and nanny agencies.’