I feel like for every book I’ve read I barely make it to the last page. The reading gets so intense, especially at the good part after the middle, but once that happens I just predict my own ending. It’s not like I don’t want to see what is going to happen, I just don’t have the motivation to keep reading. I’ve done this since forever. I remember a classmate in 5th grade being shocked that I didn’t finish the book we had to read for class. Even now, I have to make myself read the ending just to say I finished a book I had just been reading. I don’t read very often but when I actually sit down with a book I really want to read, I can get it done, or at least near the end. The last book for leisure I read was Kurt Vonnegut. I read most of it in a week and didn’t finish the last 20 pages until a month or two later when I picked it up again. My comparative lit class assigned around seven books for the whole semester, and I don’t think I finished even one of them. Tragic.