Moments ago, I just finished reading Spin by Robert Charles Wilson. It was some of the best sci-fi (I despise the term “speculative fiction” and “SF” always makes me think of San Francisco) I’ve read in a very long time.
Finishing a good book is always a little weird. The characters’ voices have been in my head for days and now they’re suddenly silenced. An entire universe has ended and its story is finished. It makes me a little sad and whistful.
I wish the pages never ran out and the words never ended. But that’s not what I wanted to say. There’s a feeling that I need to write something; but maybe that’s just the after-effect of having read writing good enough to be written down. I can’t write anything like that so I scribble like a child on the Internet and it pleases me a little.
July 1st, 2007 at 9:54 am
You need to come get some books at Books A Million in Florence. I’ll even help you find something and ring you up! JOY!
July 23rd, 2007 at 7:06 am
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