Pages always looked like codes to me. When you let our eyes glaze over a text, you blur out the black blocks of words and he white spaces in between come out like different paths to the end of the page. I've always listened but never really comprehended. Reading for me was like this. My eyes listened and my brain was supposed to understand. But when I wasn't comprehending, my eyes would continue to read the words that were no longer that. I had created a black wall and instead would follow the paths to the end of the page.
If I wasn't reading, what was I doing?
When Manguel talks about how whether or not reading is independent of listening (37). I don't think it is. If you aren't listening to what your eyes are seeing, then all meaning is lost in the text.When I read a book, I don't want to dig through to find symbols or motifs. There should be multiple maps to these symbols... Sort of like how the end of a book is the end of a jouney--- a destination.
My mind is made of maps and I think everyone's mind is that way too. Shouldn't books be the same?
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