I always used to do a lot of reading, but that largely stopped upon becoming ill - although it has varied over the years.
At one time I realised that I was collecting reference type books on my tables. Books which could be picked up, a page picked at random, half a page read, and put down. By the time I read half a page I have lost concentration, and lost the thread.
Occasionally I come across novels which I would not normally be interested in and then experience a strange phenomenon. I will read as of old, and finish the book in a day. I will live the experience and it will all make sense in the moment. But when I put it down, if anyone asks about it, I cannot say what happened, or even name the characters.
Normally I find that processing sops long before the eyes stop scanning. I often find that the eyes have moved over a few paragraphs, but nothing has been absorbed.
At one time I realised that I was collecting reference type books on my tables. Books which could be picked up, a page picked at random, half a page read, and put down. By the time I read half a page I have lost concentration, and lost the thread.
Occasionally I come across novels which I would not normally be interested in and then experience a strange phenomenon. I will read as of old, and finish the book in a day. I will live the experience and it will all make sense in the moment. But when I put it down, if anyone asks about it, I cannot say what happened, or even name the characters.
Normally I find that processing sops long before the eyes stop scanning. I often find that the eyes have moved over a few paragraphs, but nothing has been absorbed.