I remember devouring books in a day. Reading the words and turning pages like my life depended on it. I read everything and constantly. I woke up early and read, open the book again every chance during the day and went to bed reading. Books captivated me and made me think.1
Now I read just a few pages and, even if the book is good, I start daydreaming. Thoughts of life...It's as thought my life is too complicated to read about something else.2
Author notes
the bell's about the ring...i'll finish later.
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