I have never been a person who enjoys reading.
When I was very young, I read some fairy tales and bedtime stories. What fairy tales, what stories.
The first book I read in its entirety and still remember is "Robinson Crusoe". I have always admired Robinson's life, even now. Living on a deserted island, trying to make the best of it, how meaningful it is. Directly using the body to make weapons, observing the stars, the sea, and occasionally drifting remnants of civilization make one feel the pull of civilization without being captured by it.
If this world were left with only me, wandering through the ruins of civilization, I would not be very sad, because my world has always been untouched and unchanged. So, whenever I fantasize about a world of my own, and then rationalize that fantasy, I am always happy.
Then, there are many interspersed books on popular science, history, and the like, which I don't pay much attention to.
The second book I read passionately was about the various schools of thought in ancient China. I have forgotten the name, it was about Laozi and fame, and the Mohist school and talents... In short, that set of books on the various schools of thought really fascinated me, making me feel like I had grasped many "universal truths". The famous quotes and sayings in it were particularly appealing. This fascination lasted for a long time.
The third book I loved to read was "Nietzsche: At the Turning Point of the Century" by Zhou Guoping. Reading this book, I felt like I was Nietzsche because many of his views resonated with me. However, after this book, I did not particularly study Nietzsche, because I am not Nietzsche, and I do not like to study other people's thoughts.
The fourth book I loved to read was actually a general term, such as online novels. At first, driven by novelty, it was very exciting. But after a while, I found that good works were becoming fewer and fewer. It's not that I think this genre is lowbrow, but that they could have been written better, but they weren't.
The fifth book I loved to read was also a general term, textbooks. I really like reading textbooks. Like a student, when I am a student, I read a lot, but when I am not a student, I don't read them.
The sixth book I loved to read was also a general term, all kinds of miscellaneous books. Often, whatever point attracted me, I would immediately flip through it. Skim through, flip through the table of contents, the beginning, and the end.
In conclusion, I have not read many books, and I am not a person who loves to read. Even for books I like, I won't delve deep and read all the author's works. The reason is simple, I can't get into it. So, whenever someone asks me for book recommendations, I don't say much. Because I don't have any. I only read books when I need to, that's my general attitude towards books.
In my daily life, my mind is always thinking about things, unconsciously bringing up interesting things, or starting to think about things, or thinking I have figured something out. At these times, I must pull it out of my mind, like pulling out a radish, it's uncomfortable if I don't.
I have always been trying to construct a world, to imagine a new world, but with the ups and downs of life, I can only collect bricks for now, and imagine when things are more stable in the future!