I read motivational books every day.

Twelve pages before bed is roughly fifteen books a year. Nobody plans it that way. It accumulates while you aren't counting.

Books like these have a known failure mode: the good feeling that quietly substitutes for the doing. The fix is small and slightly annoying. One line per book that turns into something on this week's list.

Beyond that, the habit is worth more than the titles. Someone who reads every night has somewhere to put a bad day, and a quarter of an hour that belongs to nobody else in the house.