Speedread

She picks it up and speedreads: Dear Momma, I have always felt that I've disappointed you. I have always tried not to disappoint you. [...]

“[...] She remembers everything. She speedreads and remembers everything. She studies very little for very good grades.” “If she studied that little bit more,” Celeste injected tartly, “she'd be at the top of her class. [...]”

JFK speedreads at his normal 1,200 words per minute, glasses perched on the end of his nose, a study in focus.