I've just finished reading the Stonehenge Gate by Jack Williamson. I don't know why I've read it. Usually, I would read classical books with popular or Nobel Prize winner authors. I don't know what went into my mind reading books whose author I hardly know. Maybe, I got tired of reading Dickens' novel which is full of adjectives/words I could hardly imagine.
I went to the bookstore two weeks ago and purchased six books which were sold for 50 pesos each (around $1). One of those books is that book by Williamson. I've read it for six hours and my eyes are dead tired now.
I'm starting to read another book from that set ( Relentless by Robbin Parish) and I'm quite enjoying it. Honest to goodness, I also enjoyed that book by Williamson.
I'm beginning to like novels which I consider craps before. Is there something wrong about me?![]()
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