A good reader makes a good writer, some writers say.
I don’t know about that, but after finishing my 88th book* of the year (Boy, Snow, Bird by Helen Oyeyemi), I can definitely say that reading never gets old. Saves you from your own life, entertains you, passes the (public transport) time. But hey, if you did something else with your day, you’re welcome in the comments as well.
*Already carried on to book 91: China Miéville’s Kraken.