According to my own records I completed 39 books last year, and abandoned an additional two. It’s been decades since I’ve read as much as I did in 2020.
I used to devour books when I was a pre-teen: The Hardy Boys, The Secret Seven, stuff like that. When I started high-school, my first English teacher decided those books were beneath my ability and somewhat forcibly tried to get me to read other stuff. For whatever reason her suggestions never stuck, and the implied ridicule put me off reading for a very long time.
She must have had good intentions, but her execution needed some work. Never liked her much. Ms. Awlson was her name.