As a child I would read all the time. I got Jaqueline Wilson’s “The Cat Mummy” for Christmas one year, went upstairs to read, finished it and everyone was like “Where have you been?” 🥹 In secondary school, when Borders still existed, I accidentally stumbled across “Brass” by Helen Walsh which at the time for me was basically offline, word porn. Anyway, as I got older I just stopped buying books. I’m now 33 and during the entirety of my twenties the only thing I remember reading was His Dark Materials (reread) in preparation for the new book. Read both of those and then last year someone introduced me to Richard Osman’s “Thursday Murder Club”… That was it. I was obsessed with these murder solving pensioners and I’m up to date on all 4 books. Now at 33, I’m actually gutted if at any point I don’t have a book to read. I’m currently addicted to Lynda La Plante’s “Tennison” series. Finished “Hidden Killers” in 3 days and I’m so excited I’ve got 2 days off work and my friend’s kids are away so I can start “Good Friday” in peace 😂 Any other neurospicies just end up hyperfocusing on books and not getting life done?