First book I read (age 12) was Kon Tiki by Thor Heyerdahl. My uncle had passed, and my aunt gave his books to me. I still haven't read any of the Zane Grey or Tarzan books that had been his, but I still have them.
I was hooked on non-fiction. "You can't make that stuff up." "Truth is stranger than fiction." And on and on.
I became a technical writer while I was in the 'Force, but I was, and still am, a terrible speller. I'm still a writer, and thanks to the GI Bill I have a degree in journalism with a minor in English. I've become a far better editor than writer, and have edited two award-winning anthologies.
For several decades I've collected dictionaries of all sorts. Some to help me spell gooder, and some just for fun. Want to know how to talk like a pirate? I have that dictionary!
I read political books by the score. Sometimes, yes, I throw one across the room. The climate these last four years has been volatile, and the lies and corruption are nearly the worst our Republic has seen. The media has forgotten its roll is to report, not create, the news.
I rarely get rid of books, present Karma being an exception. Feels a bit like selling a child to let one go.
My favorite book is called The Specialist. It's a tiny book about a guy who specialized in making outhouses. Published in 1929 by author Chic Sale. My grandmother called outhouses "Chic Sale houses" all my life, but I never knew why. Long after she'd passed, I looked up the term and discovered this tiny book. Chic Sale was the pen name of Charles Partlow Sale, a vaudevillian. I have a perfect first edition.
Other first editions include Mark Twain's Roughing It and Owen Wister's The Virginian. Yes, that last one is fiction, but it's about Wyoming.