(Well, ok, I didn’t actually throw it, I’m not an arsehole, but I did scoot it forcefully across the floor). “There’s going to be more of this crap?! No, absolutely not! No fricking way!” *throws book across room* … more silence occasionally punctuated with expletives until the end when … … increasingly disgruntled silence until …Ĭhapter fifteen: “Hermann Göring?!! You’re kidding me!” Upon reaching chapter five: “Erm, this seems mighty sexist, but hey, it won the Hugo, it’ll be worth it …”īy chapter nine: “Burton is an arsehole! … Farmer is an arsehole!”
Settling down to read: “Ho ho, what a cover! I’m in for a treat.” What happened next went a little something like this: So I picked 1972 Hugo Award winner To Your Scattered Bodies Go by a new-to-me-author and with a truly awful cover because if you’re going to do something it’s worth doing well … I was really looking forward to this month, and while I knew I wasn’t going to be able to read or post loads, I definitely wanted to take part. I know I’m cutting it a bit fine with only three days to go until the end of Vintage Science Fiction Month, but here I am *waves*.
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