Did many of you even have much nonfiction?
When someone grows nostalgic about childhood books, they generally talk about fiction, but my fiction reading nearly all came from the library and had to go back, so I don’t remember it as clearly as the nonfiction in the bookcase that I’d flip through and look at the pictures and read some here and there.
Sadly I was exposed to Bermuda Triangle nonsense, von Däniken pseudo archeology, and Pauwels/Berger bullshit. The sanest I read was Your Erroneous Zones (that was before Dyer became a Chopra wannabe).