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How I Finally Finished a Book Again After Two Years

For two years I started a lot of books and finished none of them. Then last summer something clicked. Here's what changed — and what I'd tell anyone else stuck in the "I used to be a reader" rut.

Iris Bell
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On this page 10 sections
  1. 1 The thing that didn't work
  2. 2 What actually worked, in order
  3. 3 1. I picked easier books
  4. 4 2. I stopped finishing books I wasn't enjoying
  5. 5 3. I picked one specific reading time
  6. 6 4. I stopped tracking
  7. 7 5. I gave myself permission to re-read
  8. 8 The 30-minute trick
  9. 9 What changed about my reading
  10. 10 If you're in the rut
A peaceful reading scene with a book and coffee by a window

For two years I started a lot of books and finished none of them. I was, technically, "reading." I had stacks of books with bookmarks at page 40 to prove it. I just couldn't finish anything.

Last summer something clicked. I've finished about 24 books since. Here's what changed — and what I'd tell anyone else stuck in the "I used to be a reader" rut.

The thing that didn't work

Reading apps. Goodreads challenges. "Read 50 pages a day" rules. None of it stuck. The structures made reading feel like a task, and I was already overrun with tasks.

What actually worked, in order

1. I picked easier books

For two years I'd been trying to read what I thought I "should" read — denser literary fiction, ambitious nonfiction, things that would impress me on the shelf. Each one took weeks of effort and I wasn't enjoying any of them.

I gave myself permission to read genuinely easier books. Mysteries. Memoirs. Novels under 250 pages. Books with clear pleasures.

The first one I finished in two years was a paperback mystery I bought in an airport. It was great. I finished it in three sittings. The pump was primed.

2. I stopped finishing books I wasn't enjoying

This was harder than it should have been. I'd been raised to finish what I started. I was carrying around guilt for unfinished books, and that guilt was making it harder to start new ones.

I started just… closing books. Putting them on a shelf labelled "tried, didn't love, no shame." The library has roughly four million books. I have time for maybe 1,500 more in my life. The math is brutal: most books, even good ones, won't be for me.

This unblocked everything. I started more books because the cost of not loving them was suddenly zero.

3. I picked one specific reading time

I'd been reading "whenever." Which mostly meant never. I picked one specific time: 30 minutes after dinner, sitting in the living room, a glass of water, no phone in sight.

It's the same time every night. The brain registered it within two weeks. By month two I was reaching for the book without thinking about it. The 30 minutes turned into an hour on most nights without effort.

4. I stopped tracking

I deleted my Goodreads. I stopped logging what I read. Reading went back to being something I did because I enjoyed it, not because I was building a record.

If I want to remember a book, I write its title in a notebook. That's it. The rest of the books are quietly leaving my brain, which is fine. Most books are not meant to live in my brain forever.

5. I gave myself permission to re-read

I'd been carrying a faint sense that re-reading was a waste of time. I should be reading new things. Most of the books I most loved I'd only read once.

I started re-reading books I'd loved years ago. They were better than I remembered. The act of returning to a book and finding new things in it is one of the small pleasures of reading I'd forgotten existed.

This is the one that surprised me most. Re-reading is not a lesser form of reading. Sometimes it's the better form.

The 30-minute trick

Here's the specific habit, in case it's useful:

  • Same time every night (after dinner)
  • Same chair
  • Phone in another room
  • Book of my choosing — currently working on, no pressure
  • Glass of water nearby
  • 30 minutes minimum, longer if I want

Six months in, this has been more reliable than any "read 30 pages a day" structure I'd tried. The location, the time, the phone-out-of-room — they all reinforce each other.

What changed about my reading

Not what I expected. I assumed reading 24 books a year would make me feel "well-read" or accomplished. It didn't — and that's fine. What it actually did was give me an extra hour a day where I wasn't tired or rushed or scrolling. That's the gift.

The books are good. The hour without a phone in my hand is the actual prize.

If you're in the rut

Three things to try:

  1. Pick a book you'd be slightly embarrassed to admit you're reading. Read it. Finish it.
  2. Quit the next three books that aren't working by page 50. No guilt. Move on.
  3. Pick one specific time and place. Read there. Phone elsewhere.

The "I used to read" rut is mostly a structural problem, not a discipline problem. Fix the structure and the reading comes back.