I’m not sure what kind of cerebral scarring I have, but . . .
There is a very real similarity between that form of hypnotic narcolepsy that sets in when I’m driving a mundane highway in the small hours, and my attempts to read a book.
Twenty minutes later, and I have NO IDEA what I’ve just read. Nor can I explain the accumulation of saliva on my shirt.
Sometimes, it’s just easier to start over. If I can’t even find a reference point in the previous chapter that I DO REMEMBER reading, then it’s time to just go back to the beginning.
(End of transmission)
Box Number Seven 
Do you think…. if reading that particular book puts you in such a hypnotic state that perhaps that particular book just isn’t worth your reading?
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It seems to be a theme no matter what I read sometimes.
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I do that, too. I have to read out loud – pain in the neck, but it sure helps.
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Yep. me too. You’ll run out of breath trying to read Pynchon.
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Depends on how interesting I find the book, and/or how tired I am.
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Same here. The problem is, I’m reading Eli Weisel’s “Night.” And it’s STILLhappening.
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That’s tough material to get through. Maybe that’s some of it?
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No. Small book. Very vivid and gripping. Just me.
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I’ve read it. By “though material” I met emotionally tough. It is not an easy read. Very vivid indeed.
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