Hey guys, sorry for the late response. Anyway, I spent some time thinking about the best way to reply to a couple of common questions and inquiries regarding my rankings. Anyway, the questions seemed to boil down to two main trains of thought: Why does Atomic Habits rank so highly in comparison to everything else, especially 1984? Why did I not like I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream? Looking at the list, I was at a loss for my reasoning until I realized that the rankings aren't necessarily comparing the quality of all the books, if that makes sense. The rank I gave the book heavily depended on the period in my life when I read it and the ramifications it had on me; I would assume this to generally hold true for most people. Also, another realization I came to is that the way I felt about each book was heavily dependent on the manga and music I was consuming concurrently while reading certain books; once again, I think this applies to most people. Oyasumi Punpun, 1984, and Deathconciousness hold the same place in my heart; I mean this in the sense that they are pieces of art that I can't in good faith recommend to anyone. Sure, these works are awesome and represent the best of their respective mediums, but engaging with them tends to bring life down and make it more melancholic. I engaged with these titles a week before spring break and ended up lying in my bed for eight days straight just licking my wounds. Unlike Dostoevsky or Tolstoy these works drag us down to the bottom of the human condition but unlike those authors, they don't give us the helping hand we need to find our way out of our dysfunction. As a result, No longer Human, The Stranger, and 1984 only got 4/5 from me. Anyway, all the comments about me being a three are probably correct, I guess. I graduated salutatorian from an all-male high school, got 1500 on my SAT, and was going to a pretty good college. But here in lies the trouble my friends, love-struck at the most inopportune time; tangent, but this reminds me of the Dostoevsky line "love is a harsh and dreadful thing", although I wouldn't call it love, it was more of a perversion of love. However, here's where I probably need to go on a brief tangent to give context to other developments later on in this story. Going to an all guys HS is literally equivalent to living in a South Park episode. I used to go home, watch a couple porn/hentai videos, remember the beats of them, and then study. The day after I'd come to school and most expressively explain what I watched last night; of course, every day wasn't like this but this was what most days were like for four years.Anyway, college came around, and guess what? You actually can't behave like this around normal people. Ah yes, and here is where my life came tumbling down before my eyes, sorry for the melodramatic tone; also, I promise I'll get back to the rankings soon! In short, all this period actually caused was a long and sustained depressive episode because of my social incongruity; last detour, towards the middle of this episode I went to a bar and told a friend of mine if she was my daughter I'd put a shotgun in my mouth and after that remark, I spend another 9 days locked up in my room staring at my ceiling, but this time listening to medieval Latin chants and consuming copious amounts of weed and alcohol. It was around this type I read I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream. Ellison's words served as mirrors that reflected my sin, that being that I was an incel at this point. Yeah, I don't quite like the book because Ellison's sexism showed me my own. The part that sticks out the most is the spaceship story where the main character hears a woman getting raped and thought that she deserved it to a degree. Anyway, I had behavior a lot worse, I used to watch my crush's pupils while she talked to other guys, listen to the pitch of her voice, and keep a perfect record of all the guys she was seeing; I knew when she was usually at her dorm in addition to her normal schedule. Now, after reading that r/Enneagram, please laugh. Anyway, a pin in my brain broke, and I decided to kill myself because of her. Now, I've been thinking about suicide since 7, and I wrote my first suicide letter at 12, but I decided that if I was to do this; I'd do it properly, so I decided to read the myth of Sisyphus by Camus to get the proper context on this; after reading the book I kinda gave up on the idea. But I still dropped out of school, GPA was still good 3.84/4.0. Used all the money I had saved to rent a shitty apartment and stayed there for six months staring at the ceiling and trying to muster up the will to kill myself. When my funds started to dry up I realized that I wasn't ready to kill myself so I needed a job; however, I couldn't go outside anymore because of agoraphobia; this is where Atomic Habits saved my life, giving me the courage to actually leave my room, which is why I hold it in such high regard. Anyway, I hope this clears things up; also, TBK is supposed to be 5/5. I doubt you guys would be interested in the rest of this story so I'll leave it here. PS: I don't understand reddit spacing.