But I regret doing it, intensely now, because I'm always answering questions about it, and also because it passes on ammunition to the literary snobs who just assume that I make the distinction because I'm writing down when I'm writing science fiction.
Aha! Actually, I assumed that he was the literary snob, but I've certainly been accused of snobbery, too.
I loved the Historian. I couldn't put it down until it was finished. I agree the end was a bit of a let down after all the build up, but I still loved it.
It was often like reading a history dissertation, or the summary of someone's research.
This was actually one of the aspects I loved about it.
...just can't resist pushing this thing ever closer to the end...
To help there, I'll mention that I'm finally reading The Eyre Affair, which I've had for about 4 or 5 years on my To Be Read bookshelf. I'm a few chapters in, and am enjoying it tremendously so far.
I'm finally reading The Eyre Affair
I loved the first one, found the second one annoying and I have the third which I keep eyeing suspiciously as it sits in the corner of the room. I have heard it is better than the second....
Quick!
Who can recite the first sentence of
One Hundred Years of Solitude
without looking it up?
Here's my guess: "Many years later, while facing a firing squad, Colonel Aurelia Buendia remembered the day he first saw ice."
Nines?
eta Damn, but I'll take the illegal palindrome.