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I used to read over 100 books a year, but that often involved binge reading and staying up to the wee hours. I also got to the point where I was some kind of speed reader, and continually pushing myself. A good number of those books were epic fantasy ones of 800 pages or more.
Of course, life throws stuff at you and other interests and responsibilities come along, so a good year for me now, is about 60 books, though I read less than half that in the last couple of years. This year I am already around 30 so far, so looking good.
I still occasionally binge read, but not to the same degree as when younger, and I have many more breaks and distractions, and the resilience with lack of sleep is far less ... I must be getting old.
To be realistic though, books no longer grab me quite like they used to ... no doubt due to my more mature state of mind and the resulting critical analysis, which means I am not so easily enamored. I also find the pace of some writing to be tiring, so I will stop and have a breather, even if only a few minutes (perhaps make a cuppa) ... showing my age again.
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