Taking Notes On A Kindle Novels & Stories

My eyes traced the same page again and again. The girl sitting across from me flipped through six pages in the time it took me to understand one definition. My jaw tightened. I reached for my phone. My thumb hovered over one app before pressing it. The screen opened immediately. Simple and clean with no bright colors, no unnecessary buttons. Exactly the way Raphael had designed it. The app read every paragraph aloud while highlighting each word one at a time. The font automatically changed into one my brain found easier to process. Long paragraphs broke themselves into smaller pieces. Important concepts appeared as diagrams instead of walls of text.

“Hailey.” “...yes?” “Why is your bag so light? Is it empty?” “Of course not! It has my lunch and my tablet in there. And before you go and narrow your eyes at me, let me just remind you that digital note taking is a thing now. I keep my notes in my tablet.” “Pictures or handwritten notes?” “What’s the difference? A note is a note!” I snatched my bag away from him. “Sure, I failed about... four quizzes, but these notes are enough to let me pass the semester!”

“That sounds a bit.…creepy.” “I was simply paying attention, don’t you think so?” He laughed lightly, then continued when I didn't respond. “For instance, I know you still prefer to write things down instead of just typing them on your phone. Meeting, ideas, random thoughts, I know you all write them down. You even underline when something is important.” “How do you…” I was becoming breathless. He winked. “I told you I pay attention. It’s really that simple.” “Well, do me a favour and stop paying attention, will you?”

But this time, I know what he's thinking. "It's my fault, okay? I'm not trying to be a martyr here. You guys can review on your own. Can I borrow your notes?" "And now, you chose to bother me," he said. "What? You're not reviewing? Just lend me your notes then," I replied. "I don't take notes, Seanne. You're on your own for the quiz," he said. I was dumbfounded by what he said. I grabbed his notebook that he had been writing on earlier. To my surprise, it was just full of scribbles and there were no traces of the lecture from earlier. Even the other pages were full of drawings and various words.

CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN: -- Tyler had the thoughts of just burning the notebook down to ashes after he wrote those things on it. He was planning on just taking a pic of it or just write another one on his phone, but Dave insisted that he must use paper and pen to take notes. He said it’s better that way since paper notes are easy to remember than those written in the computers. He gave it a deep thought before agreeing. He wasn’t wrong, handwritten notes are better than those notes that were typed. Besides, nothing will happen that need to be anxious about, right? It’s not as if anyone will see the notes, right?

“Stress doesn’t need a reason, Nicole. It just finds you.” I shook my head, smiling. “You’re impossible. I swear you make life sound so dramatic sometimes.” He laughed softly. “Maybe I just like to complain. Makes me feel human.” We sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, watching the sunlight stretch across the shelves. Then I noticed his notebook. “What are you working on now? More notes for class?” He held it up, flipping to a page full of scribbles. “Yeah… notes, sketches, reminders. Basically a mess. I write down everything so I don’t forget, kind of my survival tactic.”

“The problem is, we don’t have our notes here. We don’t know how we are going to review our lessons.” “Wait,” he said and then he left his seat and went back to his room. We don’t have an idea what he’s up to but we just waited for him to come down again. A few moments later, Dale went down carrying his laptop in his hand. He put it down on the table in the middle of us. “I have some notes here. Maybe it can help you.” He browsed on his laptop and showed us some PDFs stored on it. Dwight took a look at his monitor and was delighted by what he saw.

he said the last so quietly that it was barely more than a murmur. She put an earbud in and pressed play on the song list as she reached for the notebook. The music roared out at her, but after a moment as she adjusted to the onslaught of sound, she could make out the backing vocals. She flicked through the pages of his book until she found the sheet music to match what she was listening to. “Can I make notes on this?” She asked him. “Yeah, of course. There is a pen jammed in the spine.”

She places his backpack on his desk chair before grabbing the notebook he'd started taking notes on last night. She flips through the pages quickly before reaching the final page. She scans over what he'd written there before stopping at a particular section. It takes a moment for her to register what it is.

"I would have to see you pretty late, like after ten?" Kyle would be back by then, but I didn't care. "Sure," I said. "Just give me a call then." "Sounds good!" she said. "Got to run, I'll talk to you later. Bye!" "Bye." Well, that was disappointing. I rolled out of my bed and pulled out two textbooks. I had a lot of reading to do for those classes. It wasn't something I needed for the next day's class, but it was something to do. I sat at my desk so I would stay focused. I took notes as I went, which included a couple of questions I could ask in class. I managed to immerse myself in the subject matter—cellular biology and genetics for one course, brain physiology and neurological response f