It occurred to me recently that no matter how much I liked a novel, there was little chance I would read a second book by the same writer. Years ago I would luxuriate in completing the entire oeuvre of books by a Ngaio March or Reginald Hill, or Sjowal and Wahloo. But no more. If I read only two books a week, I just don't have the pleasure of spending that scant time with the same writer.
At one point, I read five books a week. That was before I worked, had responsibility for two aged parents, was trying to write myself, had a grandson, a moldy, oldie house, etc.
Do most older readers feel that way? Do you avert your eyes from the shelves with books by writers you have read in the past, trying to find ones you haven't? Do you feel obliged to keep moving less you find you no longer can?