The Fun They Had

By Isaac Asimov

MARGIE even wrote about it that night in her diary. On the page headed 17 May 2157, she wrote, “Today Tommy found a real book!”

It was a very old book. Margie’s grandfather once said that when he was a little boy his grandfather told him that there was a time when all stories were printed on paper.

They turned the pages, which were yellow and crinkly, and it was awfully funny to read words that stood still instead of moving the way they were supposed to — on a screen, you know.

Glossary
crinkly: with many folds or lines
attic: a space just below the roof, used as a storeroom
scornful: contemptuous; showing you think something is worthless

Margie was scornful. “School? What’s there to write about school? I hate school.” Margie always hated school, but now she hated it more than ever. The mechanical teacher had been giving her test after test in geography...

The Road Not Taken

By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveller, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear;...

Thinking about the Text

1. How old are Margie and Tommy?

Margie is eleven and Tommy is thirteen years old.

2. What did Margie write in her diary?

She wrote, "Today Tommy found a real book!"