It's strange that someone who loves books as much as I do
reads only 7–15 books a year.
There are two reasons for that.
The first reason won't surprise you: like virtually everybody else in the world,
my attention span and my ability to focus on reading have diminished
in the last two decades or so, as a side-effect of constant screen exposure.
I'm not too concerned about this, though, because at least I keep on reading.
Not only that: about half of my reads are difficult, stuffy, old books — and
often on paper, where there are few distractions available.
(In contrast, many people nowadays seem to read non-fiction only, or contemporary
literature only.
Some of my fellow nerds read mostly — or only — technical
books, articles, or blog posts.
And there are even people who seem unable to read text for more than two minutes unless
it's displayed on a bright, colourful piece of glass.)
But even I don't seem to be able to read for hours on end like I used to in my youth.
On my ~2h30′ flights to and from Frankfurt, I usually read most of the time,
but not all the time.
I manage to read for around one and a half hours or so, and then get distracted
by my phone — like everybody around me.
