Pace is not something I am particularly reasonable about when it comes to reading. Rather than savoring a book, I get too excited and tear through it. While there are worse habits than voracious reading, it became increasingly difficult, if not impossible, for me to recall any information prior to the most recent books I had read.
We're always looking for ways to make our lives easier. But in our relentless pursuit of comfort and convenience, we've lost sight of just how valuable discomfort can be. The easiest way is rarely the most fulfilling.