The author - whose searchable name will not appear here - was once good at writing absolute trash. And fiction too.
Irony: when we lost everything in house fire, I’d borrowed a hard-cover copy of that famous nonfiction work, and then couldn’t return it. I paid SO much to have it replaced with a good hard-cover copy that I must be on some watchlist now.
I finished Battlefield Earth.
The thing is, I remember enjoying it. I mean, it wasn’t literature, but it was a lot of dumb fun.
The author - whose searchable name will not appear here - was once good at writing absolute trash. And fiction too.
Irony: when we lost everything in house fire, I’d borrowed a hard-cover copy of that famous nonfiction work, and then couldn’t return it. I paid SO much to have it replaced with a good hard-cover copy that I must be on some watchlist now.