Memory is a weird thing
I've read a lot this year. I don't think I've skipped a day until this past week. Ten days ago I started a new book, and then for some reason I put it down and didn't pick it or anything else up again until tonight.
Initially I thought I was going to have to either DNF this or start it again, because all of the details of what I was reading had left me. And yet within a page or two it had all come back, and now I'm back in as though I didn't take a week and a half off.
I'm glad of that, because I'm enjoying the read. But I will truly never understand the way my brain, and specifically my memory, works.