“I felt warm and
“I felt warm and relaxed, as if I just killed a man or had a woman…”
I don’t know if I could truly say I have a favorite genre of fiction that I like to read, but if I did, sci-fi might be it. Especially the really old science fiction stories where space adventures and flying cars run rampant. I love reading the classic authors like Asimov, Heinlein, Herbert and Pohl, in my humble opinion, are the founding fathers of sci-fi. It’s intriguing to me to read about the future they foresaw over half a century ago. A future containing a strange mix of out dated machinery and weird futuristic technological ideas we’re still only dreaming of. The point of this little ramble is that last week while killing time in East Lansing I stumbled across and rare and used book store with a virtual treasure trove of classic science fiction literature and that chance encounter has sparked a renewed interest in the genre.
