Strange thing. I find that I never read books people recommend to me or books that people give me.
I pondered why that was and wrote an essay on it. The essay boiled down to the joy of exploration and discovery. One is unintentionally robbed of that by gifts from people who claim they know your taste whilst actually pushing theirs onto you.
It is the same with old pop music. People will say "This is really good." When what they mean is "This brings back experiential memories of a place and time for me." That associative cluster of music. place and time is not actually transferrable to me despite your subconscious wish that