This book has helped me a ton.
I used to be a real meathead when it came to reading. I'd wake up, throw on my SLING SHOT®, chalk up to my elbows, and go straight to the pain cave. I'd max on the Big 3—Kant, Hegel, and Heidegger—every time. When my roommates would tell me to turn down Skeletonwitch, I'd ignore them, continuing to scream, "Light weight! Yeaaah, budddy!", as I went to war with those damned Teutons.
The costs were nothing to me. I scarfed down blenders of baked carrots, pumped my eyeballs full of Prednisolone, and shelled out hundreds of dollars for the latest university-press translations. All for zee gains on Goodreads. I was out of control.
Then I found TB's book. I was skeptical at first. When you've been reading as long as I have, you've seen a lot of BS: speed reading courses, Audible, book-to-movie adaptations. They don't work. The only thing that does is old-school, Mortimer Adler-style hammering. Or so I thought. Now I'm foam rolling my thumbs, sleeping in a bioceramic scarf, and having a body coach rub my temples a few times a week. And it's working. At a time when many of my peers have hung it up, saying that attempts to provide a self-grounding of reason, to articulate a collective and historical account of human subjectivity, or to ask again the question of Being are dead ends, lame, and unlikely to attract women, I'm still able to get after it. And I owe it all to Tom. With these methods, a bag of protection stones, and some weird drops from Gisele, I'm confident that I'm going to be reading for way more than twenty-two years.