Difficulty

  1.  Mechanical difficulty: In other narrative forms, this could be equivalent to reading comprehension/fluency. Ability to read any kind of narrative or process it is contingent on your ability to understand the language it is written in.
  2. Interpretive difficulty: Ability to interpret writing that is more ambiguous. Requires more experience dealing with narrative and understanding how to read between the lines, understand figurative language, etc. This also ties to poetry, as it also relies on a certain level of deeper understanding of the form.
  3. Affective difficulty: How a reader interacts with works based on their own preferences. This is similar to how pacing works to hold a reader's attention and the difficulty that comes with reading works with varied pacing. 

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