I'm Book Literate

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I don't like someone reading to me. I never cared for it in school whenever the teacher would have the whole class open up a book, and then she'd randomly pick a student to read a paragraph or a page. Oh how I loathed it when a person who was a weak reader got chosen to read aloud a paragraph that would take the person a long time to read. I could never follow along, my attention span would not allow me to become an audio slave to the orator. Countless times when I was picked to recite from the class assigned book, I would not know where to continue from. I had given up and just read ahead on my own ignoring whom ever was reading aloud. Many times I was given detention for not following along and paying attention. There's nothing like the feeling of holding the book in your hands, turning the pages with your fingers, playing a risky game of paper cut roulette with every turn of a page. Reading silently as you lose yourself into the world of the book with your imagination being the tour guide as it interprets the words into a film of sorts for your reading enjoyment. Photo - Taken/Owned by me, Plethos