I read too fast.
Seriously. I got so used to reading three and four-hundred word files in a day or so that faced with a slightly-longer-than-average novel, I ate through it in a single day.
Here’s the thing: Ender’s Game was daunting to me in file form at one point, so I held off. I bought the ebook because everyone said it was a great book, but I never got around to reading it.
So when I pulled it up on a whim last night, I thought “I’ll read this over the next week” because I like to have something up in the background to read.
Except that lately, I’ve been reading through SERIES’ of files, and it didn’t occur to me that the fact that I had to change files two and three times a day meant I was reading faster and faster.
I started really READING at around two pm. At nine, I was done. This is with normal background reading while I did other stuff through the day.
I wanted to have something to read over the week.
I did not meet this goal.