Reading Way Mga Nobela at Kwento

Let me read it. I hand her the current draft. She sits in the second chair and she reads with her glasses on, which I did not know she owned, and she reads the way our mother's letter said she read, which is carefully and completely, not skimming, not performing. After twenty minutes she puts the draft down.

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"I am reading it now." The quiet on the line had the specific quality of someone reading carefully. Not skimming. I had learned to distinguish the different qualities of silence from people who were reading: some people skimmed and returned quickly with a general impression, some read the beginning and jumped to the end, and Caelum read in full from front to back at the pace the material required. The silence had the correct length for the address to be read properly. "This is correct," he said. "Yes," I said.

- Annie Leo smiled as he read the note for the third time, not being able to control his chest feeling warm as he was seeing that Annie was opening up a little bit. It was progress, even if it wasn't a lot. "Hi," Annie looked up when Leo had sat down beside her in their English class they shared. Annie blinked, still not used to the fact that he really was trying to be friends with her. "Hi," she smiled softly, looking down at her desk. Leo smiled, finding it cute how she was still so shy around him. "I was actually wondering if you would proof-read my essay for me." "Really?" Her eyebrows furrowed together.

I read for eleven nights. We do it at the end of every march, in the open, wherever we have stopped, with three clerks writing and a woman with a good voice repeating each line down the column so the back of it hears. Sela calls it the reading. Within four days the holdings on the road know when we stop, and they come out to it, and by the seventh day there are people walking a day north to meet us so they can hear it and then walking back. It is very boring. Nobody expects that, and I have come to think it is the point. It is an account book. Weights of grain. Counts of hides. Dates.

She takes a seat next to me "What are you doing?" "I'm reading". "How are you doing that? Sorry if I sound rude". I shake my head "No it's not, I understand". I stretch my book a bit forward for her to see. " These are like some sort of dots, is this how you read?". "Yea is like reading with my fingers". She gasps "Thats cool". " I'm happy you think so, most people don't". "I like people who do things in unusual ways it makes them special, I hope that didn't come out the wrong way?".

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I went around, finding books everywhere, until I decided to sit and start to read. "She sent him a quick interesting look. 'In what way?'. She read the book out loud. "You have the advantage of seeing the people around you without having your own emotions color what you see. Observation without prejudice. It might be an interesting way to undertand yourself." She heard Fauve said the next few lines of Reeve Macgee of the story she's reading. "You already read this, haven't you?" I cite the obvious. He just smiled at me and shrugged his shoulders.