I am not sure why but for the last week I have wanted to read some space opera.
It happens from time to time. When I'm working a problem in the back of my head, I often need some immersive item to consume rather than savor and enjoy.
Now, there is some fine science fiction writing out there. That is not however the material I am suggesting I'm reading. I am consuming pulp.
It is one step from self-published (and there is some great self-published material out there) and by that I mean the:
"He stopped at the cabin door looking into the mirror and thought 'who is this old man with short-cropped hair thinning on the right where the oxy burn had scalded him on Ares 23?'"Pulp. The stuff at its highest recognition was printed on pulp.
Everybody eats a Hersey's bar once and a while and that's damn poor chocolate, too. Most of the time, you'd still take it were it offered to you.
I like the kind with almonds.
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