Re: Ding
I know that many people traditionally spend the whole summer just reading. They have their summer reading lists and their little plates filled with cucumber sandwiches and that's all they do right on through Labor Day. A part of my brain has always been somewhat fascinated by this ritual, even envious, but the majority of my brain has always been too lazy or scornful to consider it. I didn't see myself as the bored housewife type reading trashy novels by the poolside. I wanted to be actually swimming! Well, this year I have embraced my inner housewife to the max. I have been reading trashy novels almost non-stop and avoiding the debilitating heat outside. Okay, they aren't really trashy. Somewhat. I have been almost exclusively reading science fiction and I know how most people feel about science fiction. At least I think I know how most people feel: nerd city. When I am in Half-Price Books in the sci-fi aisle I turn a little red when a cute girl walks by. I feel like I am broadcasting "Yes, I am a total dork" just by being there. But that is just a fleeting thought, because I am actually at the point where I don't care if cute girls think I am dork. That's how old I am now. Or how young. I am basically reading the same kind of thing I read when I was twelve years old. I wonder if my two decades of relative coolness are over? Am I back to my original self, the dork? I don't know, but I do know that the dork is the part of me that is interested in new and exciting ideas, in brain stimulation. These science fiction novels are fantastic for that. Of course, I have been reading only Hugo award-winning science fiction novels for the most part, so I have been sheltered from the shit storm that would likely cover you if you just picked out a novel at random, but that's okay. I still have about thirty novels to go on the list and then I can move on the Nebula award winning books. So exciting! Oh, and another thing, these sci-fi novels are filled with sex. Science fiction writers are incredibly horny. But it makes sense. Think about all of the time people spend in spaceships traveling through deep space in science fiction stories. What else can the astronauts do to pass the time but get it on? So really I am just like a housewife reading her romantic novels by the pool, except mine take place on spaceships and instead of Fabio there is an alien on the cover.