Read Shmead

Rubbing your eyes across the words of a page is never easy. Most books tear into the skin of your eyeballs with each and every word, a complete pain to read. Case in point, the science text book. Your hands pull open the cheaply laminated cover only to be greeted with tissue thin paper with runny ink, flowing into a diatribe of painfully exact words.

Not my idea of fun. 

Then, there are books. Exciting, the shades and colors jump at you from behind every   syllable. The mind runs by a stream of words, leading from suspense to suspense with the eyes running unfettered from sentence to sentence, each idea pouring into the next idea. Easily read, easily understood. A joy. 

I just need to find those books. Someone show me!