Reading Slumps

I remember the days before going to college. The days of being stuck at my mom's house with nothing to do and pretty much being miserable 24/7. I don't really want to go into all those details, but my point is, I had infinite time and desire to read. One summer I read all of Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged. Another year I read 90+ books. Back then, books were . . .