I was reading Her Own Rules, by Barbara Taylor Bradford, that was finished in about a week, At Home With The Templetons took much longer, so I split them out and read them at separate intervals.
To be fair, I paid for these as second hand books, and out of it came some free-handed counselling that I didn't quite expect owing to some past life and PTSD;on the first one and maybe some written empathy on the second one.
At least I didn't have to unpick any plotlines, maybe on the second one, there was some strange entourages from different people and it seemed like The Curse of The Vontrapps a bit to begin with, then the more you read of it, you could gauge a lot from parental interference, domestic faults, and crowd gossiping followed by debts, love and loss. If a book is getting too old, I still make an effort to read it, but it usually has to be in a paperback copy, because I hate small writing.
I opt for medium size font style, formal when I read. I don't mind looking at some entries, like the book of Shackleton I read and, The Templetons had some letters, pen and pad was a thing in the nineties. Email took away a lot of handwritten contribution, dressing up in Victorian style clothes and using a chalk and chalk board was one experience I shan't forget. I cut my finger on it, and blood spurted everywhere' ruining' the experience.
The time I coughed halfway through a SATS exam was far worse though but at least I kept a steady hand that time.