Some will think that reading can be done by everyone who has studied and learned; that is a piece of cake, that you just have to mention it word by word (to yourself or out loud) and that's it. But how wrong they are!
The art of reading well it goes through other channels ... Reading well is something else:
- Reading means first of all understand what is read, analyze each word and each phrase and know what is being said to us.
- To read well is to be happy because everything is understood, because with the years of reading our vocabulary has been increasing; and it is also realizing that we still have words to discover, and therefore, new definitions to look up in the RAE dictionary.
- Reading well is feel what the narrator feels or what the character lives on each page, in each chapter ...
- Reading well is being able to transmit to your son, your daughter, your passion for reading...
- To read well is to get a non-reader to become addicted to books thanks to your example.
In my opinion, to read well is to get so hooked on a book that even to go to wc you take it with you. Because who is able to tell me that he has never read sitting on the great throne? Since I was little, the jars of gels and shampoos, later when acne made its appearance, the teenage magazines in which more images than texts (each one of them) came; when you are throwing something more than sesera, the newspaper, at least, the culture and events section ... And finally, the book that you are hooked on at that moment. Or is it not and I have lived in a parallel reality?
Reading well is not stopping read classics, no matter how long it takes; reading well is not closing in band to the new emerging literature, and discover new authors, new poets, new novelists; To read well is to carry the book in your bag, in your purse, in your backpack, to take advantage of any free time, between meetings, between class and class, to read it; read well is buy literature, so that the book does not die, but it is also visit libraries so that they do not stagnate; to read well is to want to be a little wiser every day.
I don't know if you can read well or not. But I have something more clear that writing costs you a little more, "because who is able to tell me that he has never read sitting on the great throne?"
Thanks Alberto for the correction. I also have something clear about you thanks to your comment: you pigeonhole people at the first change. How human is he never wrong? 🙂
By the way, corrected text. Thanks again 😉
Great Carmen your article !!
It happens to me that while I go to work I am thinking about what I read the night before and so I am still hooked and desperate to get back to the book… .I don't know if it is to read well but how good it is to READ !!!
Thanks Laura ... If you are so hooked up to that point that you comment, definitely, READING IS GREAT! 😀 Happy reading to you!
I liked your article Carmen, including the comment on the great throne heheheheheh, I like that you contemplate the reader's own part of getting hooked and getting into the characters and reading classics but not closing to the new, and the part of socializing with others that great passion that undoubtedly makes you grow as a person, greetings.
Hello Sergio! Thank you! I am glad to know that what I write to you in these articles to which I give so much love, you like. I think that people usually tend to be very closed to new literature and that is not good. And socializing with other readers makes literature a richer source of wisdom even if possible. There is nothing better than sharing opinions and having literary discussions about a book. A greeting and thanks for stopping by! 😉
In one of those uninterrupted reading streaks, totally trapped in the plot and almost living in that parallel world, I left reading to go find something to eat in the fridge ... I took it, ate it and hurried back to the book. It is little to describe my dismay, because I spent hours desperately looking for him throughout the house… .. asking my family if they had seen him, lifting up covers and pillows, kneeling in case I saw him under the bed, even visiting the bathroom several times repeating the ridiculous ritual of looking up behind the curtain! Late in reaching resignation, I refused to believe that it had disappeared, because I was still living in the story, what had been living in its pages was more real than the walls of my house!
The sweet thing gives me comfort and reluctantly I opened the refrigerator to cut a slice of quince paste, which was next to the book !!!!
Have you ever kept your book in the fridge for hours?