I'm a slow reader. I know this, and it saddens me a great deal. I'd like to be as fast as I was when I was younger, but it's just not happening.
Of course I'm not helped by not being able to put down really boring books. I don't have the ability any longer to sit and read for hours and hours on end, and if I'm not inclined to pick up the book in question in the first place... Well. I don't get much read these days.
Now, as I mentioned before, I'm rereading The Dresden Files. I'm helped by the fact that I can almost remember what's going to happen, just enough to know it's coming up to an interesting point or a cool scene, and of course the series can by no means be counted as heavy literature. But still, it makes me really, really happy when I realise that I've just plowed through fifty pages in almost no time at all. I've gotten so used to only read a few pages a day, I'm thrilled at the sudden pace.
That said, I'm still going very slowly. The twelve-year-old me would be disgusted by my apparent lack of enthusiasm.