As a kid, I used to read a lot of science fiction and fantasy novels. A lot. I distinctly remember my mom being mad at me for reading too much. I particularly remember one Saturday where I read “Ender’s Shadow” without once closing the book. I started reading in the morning and continued reading through breakfast, riding in the car, driving to my grandmother’s house, eating lunch (I brought my precious book holder with me) and going back home. While these books had a significant role in shaping who I am today and my perspective on life, it’s only a few years ago that I read my first nonfiction book.
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at https://amir.rachum.com/blog/2019/03/16/nonfiction/