Bookless? Well, I'm never really bookless, as I've only read about half of the books I own. But I know that feeling. You look at the things on your nightstand, nothing. You look at the books on the shelf, good memories come back, but nothing sparky for right now.
As an English major, not having anything to read seems anathema, but it can be a bit relieving. I love to read, but I can't always bring myself to be motivated enough to do it because I'd rather be knitting or I feel guilty for not doing the dishes. When I open a book I find it difficult to think about anything else, especially when I find something particularly yummy. So I read occasionally, when the mood really strikes me. I just open the pages of something that matches my vibe and I'm there. That's the easy part. And I'm sure when there are no small children left to raise, I'll do it a lot more.