I used to be an avid reader. Like, voracious. That all changed sometime in the late 90s/early 00s, though I still managed to knock out quite a few books. And then they got fewer and further in-between. There were always spurts, of course, but it never stuck. My brain just never again settled into absorbing words, sentences, paragraphs, and chapters like it once had.
Anyway, I managed to read seven books last month. I had a blast doing it, too. I hope to read another six or seven this month.