- Press START TEST. Read the text at your own pace.
- In the end press STOP TEST. Your reading speed is displyed on the screen.
- Press OK and complete immediately the questionnaire for conclusive results.
- Press SHOW MEMORY RESULT, check the correct answers and SEND QUESTIONNAIRE.
He returned to his office for a few moments, interrupped by his secretaries who were trying to please him, to show him they are present, they are active and they are worth it to be there for him. Andrew ignored their presence, questioning whether it was always going to be like this, if his daydreaming, that he is engaged in, in front of the huge window, is going to be interrupted all the time. When the women finally left the office, leaving him alone again, he let his thoughts wandering to a new wave of memories. This time he wandered towards his childhood, his father, who was always there with him.
- What book are you reading there? – his father asked, founding him concentrating over a book.
- Jules Verne.
- You haven’t finished that collection yet?
- I have been reading it for only a couple of days – the boy answered smiling, but visibly annoyed.
- Andrew, those books are extremely light literature, it shouldn’t take you so long to read through them all.
- But there are forty books!
- It doesn’t matter, come, let me tell you some things you can do when you are reading – his father told him, grabbing him by his hands and taking him to his large office, in which the walls were covered in library shelves, on which stood old, big books with golden covers, hand bound, carefully written. The office in which his father worked was made out of massive wood, with ornaments that proved the finesse and attention of a true artist. On the desk there was a globe, a support for his Mont Blanc fountain pen and an agenda opened at its middle, covered in words that looked more like scribbles.
- Sit down, he said with authority, while he was looking for a certain book between the many other ones that were covering the western walls of his office. Finally, he found it, but he needed a mobile ladder to reach it. When he got down from the ladder he had to clean the dust off the book.
- This book holds some precious information about how us, people, can improve our attention and how to be more efficient.
- How will this help me?
- It will help you to read faster, Andrew. It will help you finish your Jules Verne collection maybe even twice as fast. I couldn’t say the same thing about James Joyce’s Ulyses, a truly difficult book to read and to understand as well. That book will take you a lot more time to read and even more to understand.
My dad had a certain style of talking, an inborn elegance in his voice and his movements. He generally held his hands together in the front and on his desk and he used to look his companion directly in the eyes when he was talking. This was a proof of strength, of dominance, even of superiority.
- An average man can read at a speed of approximately 250 words per minute. But this value can increase, it can be improved, with training, reaching a speed of even four times better.
- So, you mean I could read 1000 words per minute? – wondered Andrew, standing up from the chair, approaching the book which was resting on the desk by now.
- Yes, son, this would be a great experience. In that moment, you will manage to go through a text reading word groups. This means that until now you read intermittent, word by word. Well, with a lot of training, you will be able to read and understand groups of words, up to seven words at once. You will be able to form this skill with the help of focalising. An average man manages to focalize a word in approximately 250 milliseconds. When you will get to read 1000 words in a minute, then your focalising time will decrease considerably, reaching approximately 50-150 milliseconds.
- How can I achieve this?
- With exercise and a lot of training. You must think all the time of reading word groups, but to concentrate at the text at the same time, in order to understand what the text is saying. You have done nothing if you read fast but understand nothing.
- I will go and try it! – Andrew yelled, running towards the door.
- Andrew, wait! – his father yelled after him, calling him back and offering him the book which he just got down from the shelves. – Maybe you will have time to look through it sometime in your life – he said.
I these moments, looking down from his new office to the city which was buzzing 20 floors below him, Andrew felt an enormous distance from the episode he just remembered along with his father. For him, a new stage in life just began, a new path opening up for him, of which he had no idea where it will lead him.
For more than a year now, the night caught him in his office and in weekends he either took books to read home or he came to the office. Now he was in his office, with a pile of folders in front of him, all of them waiting to be memorised by him, but he looked disinterested at them, feeling irascibility which was visibly growing inside of him. He wished he never had to see those folders ever again. He had to optimize his work, to increase his productivity. But he had no idea how to do this. He grabbed the first folder and started looking through it. He was not in the mood for it. He leaned back in his directorial chair, trying to relax, to find something that motivates him, which is going to make him connected to that workplace. He let his head back and he closed his eyes for a few seconds. When he opened his eyes, on the top shelf of his library behind him, a book grabbed his attention. A book that was sticking out. He immediately got up to put the book back. The colour of the book’s cover and the dust on it sent some subtle impulses to Andrew’s subconscious. He felt the need to hold the book in his hand and read through it. The moment he touched the old, hand crafted cover, the memories overgrown him like a big, ruthless wave. He remembered his father, the day he gave him this book, his efforts trying to learn speed reading, the information that book gave him.
“– This is a motivational book, for personal development – he told his father, almost disappointed.
- Son, I gave you that book to be read at the right moment. It even took me some time to understand it, but when I did, I became another person.
- I understand… “
Andrew looked at the book now and his father’s words came to life in his mind.
“Maybe now is the right moment to read the book. What will I discover in it? How will it help me?” – He asked himself, while sitting back on the chair and opening the first page. He started reading it shyly, but as he turned the pages, his mind anchored more and more in the book’s writings, becoming captive by the things written in there, guardian of his own prison.
When he finished the book, it was morning. The secretaries were amazed to find him there, so they hurried to make him a cup of strong coffee. He got up from his desk, still in trance, approaching the office’s window. He stood there for a while, thinking about what the book offered him.
“Speed reading, this is the secret!”- was the last thought that went through his mind before calling Corinne to give her clear directions regarding speed reading.