“It’s cheating,” Ana whispered to Carlos. “Learning should be effort. It should be the smell of pencil shavings and the scratch of a pen.”
Ana put on her reading glasses—the thick ones—and stared at the screen. She navigated, clumsily at first, to the Biblioteca Santillana . She found a copy of Platero y Yo by Juan Ramón Jiménez. In the digital margin, there were not just definitions of archaic words, but links to recordings of the poet himself reading the lines. There were video tours of Moguer, the white-washed Andalusian town where the story was set. libros online santillana
That night, after Valeria went to sleep, Ana did something she never thought she would do. She asked Carlos to log in. He raised an eyebrow but handed her his own tablet, a larger model with a cracked screen. “It’s cheating,” Ana whispered to Carlos