ABOUT

I have a memory of my Dad whilst I was a young lad, with a book always in his hands. He never graduated from High School, never went to college and maintained a steady diet of blue-collar jobs. A very intelligent man in so many ways just not by society’s benchmark of what it considers as “well-educated”. I remember perusing the bookshelves at home when I was bored, coming across authors and poets such as Ogden Nash.

It wasn’t until High School that my love for books was firmly cemented, thanks in large part to Kurt Vonnegut. So it goes. You see, I barely passed High School English 1A, in fact, while my classmates were reading all the classics, I was put into English 1B. It was a blessing. The elective I chose that year was a Science Fiction Literature class. The classroom was filled with bean bag chairs, no desks, and only rows and rows of bookshelves filled with yet undiscovered heroes from LeGuin to Asimov. I was in Heaven.

These two experiences, my Dad and Science Fiction, shaped my world and views on reading and collecting books. There is no better feeling than to hold a book in one’s hands. I guarantee it. And if you’re still reading this, you must believe so too.

I’ve never looked back.