Reminiscing

So, last week I actually read two books which, these days, is an amazing feat all in itself. See, my problem is is that I want to read, I want to be able to become so absorbed in a book that I don't even get dressed and, instead, laze around all day in bed, whiling away the hours, just me and a good book. But lately I haven't been able to become so invested in a novel that I totally lose the entire day like that. I miss it! Back when I first started reading romance, I'd spend an entire afternoon either sitting in my rocking chair or laying on the couch, totally absorbed in my reading. Julie Garwood, Jayne Ann Krentz, Johanna Lindsay, Heather Graham, just to name a few, became my heroes (heroines?) with their ability to spin a tale and totally take me away. And just as soon as I finished one book, I'd pick up another or head out to the library to see what other treasures I might be able to find.
Today, I'm a champion at adding books to my TBR -- I can buy with the best of them! But my reading has dwindled and I'm not sure how I've lost my way. Is it the caliber of the books that are not catching and keeping my attention? Am I burned out on romance? Or do I just have enough things swimming around in my head that my thoughts are easily misdirected? I really need to get back into the swing of things and amp up my reading. I remember many years ago, not long after I'd moved to SC, I spent an entire evening laying on the floor with the patio door wide open so I could enjoy the cool night air (we were in the outer bands of a tropical storm). That night I read an entire Tami Hoag novel from first page to last. When I was done, I immediately went to the office, picked up the sequel I already had a copy of and started it as well. I'm not sure why that evening sticks out in my head, but it's one of my best reading memories.