Reading Is Hard Novels & Stories

” Raphael’s brows lowered slightly. “And then…” I let out a shaky breath. “School got harder. The older I got, the worse it became.” I laughed weakly again, “Everyone else moved forward and I just… couldn't keep up. I would read the same sentence ten times and still not understand it,” tears blurred my vision, “I would study for weeks and still fail exams.”

AVA I was laying in bed, trying to get back into my normal routine. But I had been staring at the same line for over ten minutes. The words blurred, danced and rearranged themselves into nonsense. Reading used to be effortless, a nightly ritual that wrapped me in its quiet. Now that I wanted to get back into the routine, I wasn’t getting the words right and Kye’s face bled between the sentences like ink in water. I closed the book with a sharp snap… for the third time tonight.

His hair was only done by running his hands through it and some stubbles were visible. Purr…! “Could you please answer the fucking question instead of stalling?” He growled, running his hand through his hair again. “What the fuck do you need audiobooks for?” “I have dyslexia,” I told him – sure that he now had another reason to hate me. “You can’t read?” He frowned. “Of course, I can read!” I hissed, crossing my arms as if they’d protect me from the judgment, I was sure he was about to give me. “It’s just hard. Audiobooks make it easier.”

1 It wasn't getting old. "Do you know that it is scientifically proven that too much reading disrupts the mental stability of the human mind?" Here we go again. "Are you also aware that many have gone mad because of too much reading?" "Do you know that I'm losing my patience?" She whimpered, throwing herself back on the table, again. "I'm tired, why do I have to study?" She cried. "Because you need to pass your exams?" I offered. "What do you even want to be in the future, Larissa? I've observed you and I can tell that you're undecided. Have you ever thought of—"

It made her anxious, and she didn't know why she was anxious. Maybe because deep down, Jane started to believe Lucy's words—that she was something, and if she decided to take that something role, she would have to prove it. And proving it is hard work. Besides what if she was actually nothing? Trying to prove something when you're nothing is even harder. She wasn't ready for such responsibility. Is it easier to be a loser? Jane thought to herself. Maybe math is difficult because everything is difficult. Cooking is difficult. Writing is difficult. Dancing is difficult. Acting is difficult. Life is difficult. But there are always people who enjoy doing them and excel at them.

It was a little difficult even for her. "Can you understand it?" She could not help but ask. Jaybie smiled and said, "I don't quite understand it." "Why are you still reading it, then?" "It's because I don't understand it that I need to read it more. I’ll gradually understand it after reading it a few times. Grandpa taught us that we should not be afraid of difficulties and face them head-on!" Sonnet was taken aback by what he said. She thought that she was not as brave as her child because she felt dejected whenever she encountered setbacks!

“What kind of books?” “Mostly biographies.” “That sounds exactly like you.” Julian stood up from the chair as well. “And you only read romance?” “Not only,” I said defensively. “Just… mostly.” “Why?” I shrugged. “Because they’re easy to get lost in.” Julian studied my face like he was trying to understand something deeper behind that answer. “Real life isn’t like those stories,” he said. “I know that.” “Then why read them?” “Because sometimes it’s nice to believe people actually figure things out.”

I wrote: I don't know if the resistance is in Lead B or in me. That question bothered me more than the incomplete reading. Because it introduced the possibility that the problem was not a deficit in the room but a deficit in my capacity — that I was missing something not because it was hidden but because I wasn't yet good enough to find it. It was possible. I'd grown up being told I was good at this. I had not spent much time considering that there might be things I simply couldn't read. I brought it to Daria. Not the specific case — I wouldn't name the case — but the category: unreadable states, ones that resist rather than simply occlude.

Jade joined him “I'll pass” Dante muttered nervously and tried to stand up but I dragged him, I wanted to look at Dell when he suddenly shook his head “Not a chance” I sighed as my shoulders slumped tiredly. Exams are the hardest and most stress period ever and these guys besides me never read their books but they always comes out with straight A's I wonder what will happen if they decided to read, and here I am always struggling to cover up in every exam, I took one of the textbooks and flip it open,

They kept swimming around on the page, rearranging themselves into meaningless squiggles. I read the same paragraph five times. Then ten times. Then fifteen. Nothing was sticking. My brain had apparently given up entirely, deciding that food and sleep were more important than learning about cell division. My stomach growled again, louder this time. It sounded angry, like it was personally offended that I was depriving it of nutrition. Tears started building in my eyes. I was so frustrated I could scream. Why couldn’t I just be smart like Knox? Like Atlas? Why did learning have to be so impossibly hard for me?