Wait. Takes? No.
Now on an average week it would probably take me, well, the week, because I'd read very little until the weekend, and sometimes I wouldn't read very much then, either. This is because I have less time to read, and also because I'm a bit rusty--I no longer read for pleasure very often (by my standards), by necessity. And by "by necessity" I mean "for the sake of doing well in school."
Ironic, isn't it? I read less to do better in school.
Let me explain: I am the sort of reader that, when presented with a fictional world or story that is intriguing, likes to think about that world or story. The sort of reader that likes to analyze and learn from that world or story. And therefore, when I'm in the middle of the world or story, I find it hard to focus as much on, say, reading my physics textbook or filling in a Spanish worksheet. Because, to me, my mind is actively engaged elsewhere. This poses a problem when I have hours of homework to do, days on end.
For this reason, books are no longer an option, unless I either 1) am on break, or 2) forgo homework and/or sleep to finish the book before it disrupts the next day as well.
This also might attribute to the growing amount of TV shows (good TV shows, let me clarify) I've watched lately. While each series has an ongoing arc, the distinct storylines are over and done with in 45 minutes. I can sacrifice 45 minutes of sleep to get my fiction fix (yes, I am a junkie). Unfortunately, in eleventh grade, I can't space out reading a book in the same manner.
This is just a short explanation of why I no longer can read as much as I used to.