I am ashamed of myself. In the late eighties, just before I returned to work, I kept a diary of what I read. Here is one stretch
10/2-Final Harbor, David Martin; 10/ 3 The Object of My Affection, Stephen Maccauley; 10/5 Families and Survivors, Alice Adams; 10/9 A Family Gathering, Alan Broughton; 10/12 Indian Country, Philip Caputo
You get the idea. I read a lot more books than I do now. Now I read one or two a week. At best.
Yes, I write now but I think the real culprit is this-the Internet. I know I have talked about this before. Has the pace of your reading been affected by the Internet.