How I read books

I've always been fond of books, even before I could read. At the weekends when I was small, I would tag along with my sister and my mum while they did their shopping. My mum—bless her—would pick up a book for me so I could join in without getting in the way. At every major turning point in my life, I've turned to books. Stressed out? I picked up Återhämtningsguiden and Mark Williams' Mindfulness: Finding Peace in a Frantic World. Looking to be more productive? I devoured Eat That Frog!, Getting Things Done, and every other productivity system on Earth. (Ironically, you reach a point where obsessing over systems becomes... well, dare I say unproductive?) Books are patient companions, echoing years of accumulated experience and hard-won expertise. They never judge you, they aren't impatient with your pace, and they never mind if you re-read the same page three times. Reading well isn't an accident; it takes deliberate habits. Inspired by writers like Wes Kao, Ryan Law, and Morgan…