April Magic

I've had the beginings of a story running around in my head for a few years, and I decided it's time I stop daydreaming about it, and actually write it down. It's still a draft, so don't be too critical, but if this were the first page of a book you picked up, would you keep reading? Let me know what you think!

April felt the book slide from her fingers as she started to nod off. It hit the floor with a soft thud. She glanced at Mindy, her roommate. Sound asleep. Good. Her fingertips tingled slightly as she willed the magic to bring the book back to her hand. It was the painting on the dust cover that brought this one to April's attention. Delicately poised by a flower, was a tiny fairy, glowing slightly. The creature seemed much too pretty to be real, which is exactly why April bought the book. So far the story hadn't disappointed her. It was filled with rich descriptions of a beautiful land, and fantastic creatures. The very words on the page seemed to sparkle, and April felt instantly transported into a place more exotic and wonderful than the dull college dormitory where she lived. Her clock read 2:15 AM. She needed to stop staying up so late reading. It's not as if she didn't have other things she should be studying. College professors seemed to take pleasure in assigning weeks worth of material to learn each night. April often wondered how her peers managed it. How did they absorb all that knowledge and keep up with the heavy workload? She refused to find out. Her father had warned her against this. "Don't become dependant on the magic," he had said. "It feels like an extra hand, and very easily becomes a second nature you're barely aware of. Where would I be though if I hadn't learned to do everything on my own, with out its aid?"
April let out a soft sigh. She knew he was right. It was much easier than she had thought, discovering her new gift. The magic wasn't at all like it was in her fantasy books. Those stories described something wild, and hard to master. Magic was something with a mind of it's own, that daring warlocks tried to control. To April, it was simply an extension of her self. She controlled it as easily as she controlled her own limbs. It was special, but not exactly mysterious. She probably hadn't discovered all it's posiblities yet, but so far it seemed pretty simple. When she wanted something she couldn't reach, it came. If she needed to absorb the knowledge of a book for a test, she picked up the book, and let the knowledge seep into her mind. She wasn't a computer, with every sentence locked in her memory. Learning the book felt more like watching a movie she hadn't seen in awhile. Just as the distant memory of the movie becomes clear again, the lessons from the book would come to the forefront of her mind. It wasn't that way with every book she touched. She controlled it. When she wanted to learn the contents of a book without reading it, she did.
"I'm not lazy," April told herself. "I just want to be able to choose for myself what I spend all my time thinking about. If I tried to actually read every word in those textbooks, I'd never have time for this," she thought, while tracing the wings of the pretty fairy on the cover with her finger. She had this amazing mysterious skill, yet nothing about her life seemed magical at all. It still showed no resemblance to the fairy tales she couldn't get enough of.