روايات وقصص ضمن Skimming Through A Book

The occasional whisper from students studying together somewhere deeper in the building. Nothing more. Mary's eyes moved steadily across the page in front of her. Her lips shifted faintly as she read the content internally to herself. Line after line. Paragraph after paragraph. After a while, she reached the bottom of the page and flipped it over. The crisp paper rustled softly beneath her fingers. She immediately continued reading. Minutes passed. Then she heard footsteps. Approaching. Mary's eyes lifted from the textbook. A guy was walking toward her table. Tall. Chocolate-skinned.

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

I need to update my book sleeve, I suppose. "Slow reader," I lie, pushing my glasses up my nose again. "I've never read him before. Any good?" he asks. Damn it, why is he pushing to have a conversation? "Yeah, it's good." I did read the Joe Hill book when I got it, but the truth is while I enjoy most of his stuff, I enjoy the sleeves of his books more. I can slide them over other books and hide what I'm really reading. I've been doing it since freshman year of high school when I got made fun of for my reading choices. Sure, I could use my Kindle, but I still enjoy the feeling of a book in my hands.

I sat down, opened it slowly, and started to read every page with focus. Time passed without me noticing. Many hours went by as I read everything I could find. I did not skip any part. My eyes began to twitch in pain from reading so much, but I refused to stop. I had spent many days reading books in this library before. I knew its contents well. Yet no matter how much I searched and read, none of the books said anything at all about a golden wolf.

"I'll call you back." I opened the contract to page one and started reading. The thing about reading a legal document you've already read is that your eyes want to skim. Memory creates shortcuts. You know the broad architecture of the thing, here is the term clause, here is the public appearance schedule, here is the asset declaration, here is the compensation structure, and your brain wants to move through those familiar shapes efficiently, the way you moved through a building you'd been in before, not looking at the walls. I didn't skim.

I dropped the books that I was carrying and looked up into the eyes of my crush. I flushed, embarrassment flooded me. I apologized and stooped down to grab my things. It was awkward because I was wearing a tight skirt. He might be able to see my plain cotton panties like this. Heat crawled up my neck. I tried to ignore him and my racing heart. His next move had me almost hyperventilating. Instead of continuing on, he knelt down to help me gather my books. "Hey, sorry about that," he said. I was tongue-tied. I had no witty remarks, but I managed to say, "It happens."

"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.

My birth wasn't mentioned, the same as my death. When I was on the verge of giving up on reading, I took a last glance at the book and sighed. I closed the book, stood up, and got ready to sleep. Then, the book opened itself. It was a moment of 'didn't I close this book?' I paced around at short distances, took note of the page and closed it again. I glared at the book till I was on my bed and the book never opened - maybe it is my illusion.

It pressed against my heart, heavy and suffocating, until I stepped into the open of the backyard. The book wasn't a thick one; it was a novella, but I didn't get the time to complete it. I opened the book, and after reading a few paragraphs, I was once again back to my thoughts. The pages blurred before me as I sat beneath the shade of an old oak tree. I wasn’t really reading, I was just… trying to think of my future in the pack.

She pats her abdomen for emphasis. Once she closes the door to her room behind her, she finds herself pacing back and forth, desperate for something to do. She can't seem to sit for too long. Her eye catches a book she's been wanting to read. Reading hasn't exactly fit her mood lately. In one swift motion, she grabs the novel off the shelf, jumps into bed, and opens to the first chapter.