Good books are read slowly. I found this out recently, while reading The tenderness of Wolves by Stef Penney. I enjoy reading it. There are many new words I don't know (it is in English) and phrases that make me read the sentences again and again. I still have a few pages left.
And there are books which are read fast, in a day, but later I cannot recall what they were about. Sometimes they are just to make me laugh, to make my day.
I read too much, I know. Because there is life to be lived. My life. :)
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