At some point over the last two or three years, reading has stopped working in this way for me. I'm not sure if it's a different level of stress or different kinds of stressful events, but now I can't shut it out and get into the book. The bad stuff just keeps rearing its ugly head.
I haven't finished a book in over a month. I'm staring at quite a nice to-be-read pile, but I haven't cracked a cover. You can tell by the books, that I have eclectic taste, but I stick to some clearly defined genres. I love mysteries or crime fiction, or whatever you want to call it, but I don't care for true crime. I do like non-fiction specifically about fashion and the history of fashion, any thing associated to motivation, and organization. I also try to always have one classic that I read bits and pieces of since I find that I rushed through so many of them getting them read for assignments that I didn't have the chance to just enjoy them.