I blame phones for filling in the void that existed.
I've been trying to read David Copperfield for a year or two. I lost the ability to read for any stretch of time. I get distracted.
I couldn't sit and read when I was young. I remember thinking Wrinkle Time looked interesting, but "moron" was used and I had never heard the word before so I looked it up. I never got back to the book.
Think I majored in English literature so that I could hone the ability.
I can't listen to music when I read anything of depth. I need quiet. Sucks. I really want to finish David Copperfield. I never finished it when I had Nineteenth Century English Novel class twenty odd years ago. It weighes on me that I didn't finish it.
I sold back all the books I read and finished, but I kept the ones I liked and those I never finished.
I don't really have interest in. Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man, but I have it.
I have the Chaucer and Arthurian Legends stuff, but my Middle English is rusty. I used to have to read it aloud to get a feel for it. The rhyme and meter makes it seem logical to be read aloud.
Yes, I'm probably retarded in some fashion, but once I learn something I remember it for no reason.
I can't do two things at once. I'm slow.
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