Well, I always loved reading. When I was in kindergarten, I remember hiding books under my pillow so I could read by the nightlight.
In school, I noticed that I read more quickly than the other students (when the teachers told us to take out our paperbacks and read, I would finish the book.) That culminated when DF took me to Evelyn Wood for a speed reading class at age 13. I didn't really appreciate speed reading my novels, so only used it on some boring school work.
Recreational reading really crashed and burned with the birth of my first child, who had colic and (barring trips to the ER and doctors) screamed constantly. I was still in college when he was born, and between colicky baby and school, my eyes were done. More kids, more school, more work - there was simply no time or ability to kick back with long enjoyable books.
I revisited reading after retirement. I (re) joined the library! I noticed that surprisingly, I still have a lot to do, and don't have the time to kick back for a few hours.
I misplaced the murder mystery I was reading a few chapters from the end
and have a book about ADD on hold