Ordinarily, I’m a voracious reader. I typically have two books on the go at any one time. I usually get through about a hundred per year.

But occasionally, I have spells where I don’t read much at all. It’s as though I fall out of the habit, and just can’t bring myself to pick up a book. I find myself wondering how I ever found the time to read as much as I did.

These spells typically last about six weeks, and I’m about five weeks into one at the moment. I know it is starting to lift because, in the last few days, I have been reading again–albeit less frequently and for less long than usual.

I don’t understand why this happens. I haven’t spotted any great pattern to it. And it’s not something that really concerns me. But given how much I bang on in this blog about reading, and the books I’ve read, it seems reasonable to mention that it’s not always like that. Occasionally, my drive to read inexplicably evaporates.

It always comes back.

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