I am a voracious reader — I read anywhere and everywhere: on the toilet or on the bus; at home or at the office; at the library or at fiancee’s home; while watching television or exercising. I like to think that I’m always learning something new, something to apply to life, such that I can live it somehow better.
But, alas, I am but a vorarious reader. I cannot say that I am an effective reader, nor can I can say that I am a vorarious learner. Ask me to give a review of a book I read, say, last week, and I’d look at you blankly as if you asked me to guess the number of moles the average monkey had.