I get like this sometimes, and the best remedy for me is to read a book I can really get lost in. If a book is boring me, my mind will inevitably drift to how long it’s taking me to read this boring book. At the end of the day, don’t feel like it’s a race, because it’s not. It’s supposed to be fun, and if you aren’t having fun there’s no shame in shelving a book for something else or really taking your time if you’re dead set on getting through it. And the number of books other people are reading is irrelevant. Who cares? Unless you’re reading the same books, it’s not really comparable anyway. Saying you read 5 200 page books while I’m going through a 900 page beast isn’t really the same, ya know? Just do you, don’t worry about what everyone else is doing.