It’s hard to be different. Many of us can remember that nagging sense that there was something wrong with us. That we were different from other people around us, a fundamental internal thing that most folks would not understand.
I’m talking, of course, about loving science fiction. In a world of Kardashians and Hiltons and Cosmopolitan and Vogue, some of us would rather cuddle up with am Asimov, Clarke, or Martinez than a copy of People Magazine or the latest posts at TMZ.
So how old were you when you first realized you were a sci fi nut? And what was the first sci fi book you read?