THE IRREFUTABLE AND UNDENIABLE LOGIC OF TODDLERS

Had lunch with Mynxii and Callisto the other day. Calli and Erin had this exchange. The roar of laughter that followed made the whole cafe turn to look…

Calli: He’s a boy. boys are aliens, aren’t they?
Erin: No, Zim’s an alien!

Three years old, and a rabid fangrrl already 🙂

WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE?

Now, when you’re on the lookout for cutting edge, alternative SF, Dymocks is hardly the place to be. No room amongst all those Dragonlance abortions, and books with the word Wars or Trek splashed out across their covers in an attempt to attract the pathetic creatures who consider that tripe SF.

So how big a bookgasm did I have when I found a solitary copy of Ted Chiang’s Stories Of Your Life And Others there the other day, nestled in between the latest Stephen Donaldson snorefest and something by a Star Wars ‘author’?

Needless to say, it’s where it belongs now. My bookshelf.

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