I like going to yard sales on Saturday mornings from spring to early fall and this Saturday I was at one where the lady was selling books for 25 cents. There were quite a few Ann Rice novels so I grabbed interview with a vampire and another stand alone book of hers.
The lady who lived there had a shirt that said “be whatever you may be, but always be inclusive”. I wanted to ask her to explain that to me but I held my tongue. So is Ann Rice worth the read?
I remember really liking Job: A Comedy of Justice and The Moon is a Harsh Mistress. I also remember being so disgusted by The Cat Who Walks Through Walls that I stopped reading Heinlein. Never really cared for his Lazarus Long and Jubal Hershaw self-insert books. A lot of fantasy and sci-fi authors do this--fall in love with their own characters--and it always got gross, weird, and boring.
I think it's always a good idea to sneak a peek behind the curtain and see what's rattling around in the noodles of potential romantic interests.