Margie 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.
May 17, 2157
Dear Diary,Today Tommy found a real book!
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. And then when they turned back to the page before, it had the same words on it that it had had when they read it the first time
Same with mine.
Gee, what a waste. When you're through with the book, you just throw it away. Our television screen must have had plenty million books and it’s good for plenty more. I wouldn’t throw it away.
Margie always hated school, but now she hated it more than ever. The mechanical teacher had been giving her test after test in geography and she had been doing worse and worse until her mother had shaken her head sorrowfully and sent for the County Inspector
What is it about?
School? What’s there to write about school? I hate school.