My name is written inside, I’ve even added a couple of wincingly pompous notes on occasional pages. I must have read it. But I can’t recall a thing about it.
Yep, I'm sure it happens to everybody. Sometimes I've just finished a book and somebody asks me what it's about and I can remember virtually nothing, even if I've enjoyed it. Other things stick like glue. Our brains are odd beasts.
Aha, the difference between seeing the words and reading. It's very reassuring to read this and find I am not alone - so often a short while later I am left with the feeling about a book but not the detail, like I have some mornings - I'm left with a feeling about my dreams but can't remember what happened
Yep, I'm sure it happens to everybody. Sometimes I've just finished a book and somebody asks me what it's about and I can remember virtually nothing, even if I've enjoyed it. Other things stick like glue. Our brains are odd beasts.
Aha, the difference between seeing the words and reading. It's very reassuring to read this and find I am not alone - so often a short while later I am left with the feeling about a book but not the detail, like I have some mornings - I'm left with a feeling about my dreams but can't remember what happened