I started reading The Martian, and like Mark Watney on Mars, was stuck in the book till I could finish it. It has been a while since I picked up a book I could not put down, and even longer since I read a decent science fiction story.
When I was a young boy, I was gifted a hardbound book called “Space Stories for Boys.” This launched me into the word of classic science fiction. Over the next couple of decades, I have collected and read, from old book stalls, pavement shops, second-hand places mostly, more than my fair share of classic science fiction. During this time, I’ve come to have a certain taste in it – what appeals to me is a curious mix of kitsch and drama, set in improbable and dramatic surroundings.