I can't explain it. Normally I'm tearing through books. This year, I've started three, and finished none. For a long time now, I've been reading What is the What. It's a great book, but I've been slowly plugging through it, a page or two at a time, for months. I suppose it might be because I'm going to bed so tired so much of the time. But even on my off days, I'm not reading.