When did I Stop?

I’ve done many a post on the books I read.  Last year I read 55 different books.  When I sit, if I am not working on the post for the day, I have the Kindle open and I am reading.  Since the 4th grade I can usually be found with a book in my hand.

What I read varies.  I am currently working my way through Robinson Crusoe, The Bible (gotta say this one is boring), and a book on evolution all while reading books for just fun.

I like alternate histories, westerns, cycling travelogues, just to name a few.

Over arching all of these though, since I was a kid, I have been a science fiction fan.

But I came to a realization about myself and my sci fi reading that I am really not please with.

When I was a kid, I read anything and everything in the sci fi section I could get my hands on.  Heinlein, Asimov, Clarke and anyone else who could get me into space.  Anywhere from moon colonies, to asteroid mining, to leaving the solar system and interstellar travel.

Sometimes the Earth was still there, other times it was gone.  Good aliens, battles with reptilian or insectoid life forms, or colonizing new planets. The more science behind the story, the better.  It was a time when landing on the moon was still in recent memory, and the shuttle was still coming instead of dead.


On TV I could watch reruns of Lost in Space and Star Trek, or watch new episodes of Buck Rogers and the original Battle Star Galactica.  The human race going into to space, to me, was a forgone conclusion.

Nowadays I have complained more than once about books like the Hunger Games becoming the big reads and movies.  Instead of having a positive view of the future, I think people, especially kids, think there’s more of the chance of the Hunger Games world coming true than us conquering the stars.

And this is where I am displeased with myself.  In looking over the list of books last year, there is not one space traveling, real science fiction book in the mix.  I have zombie books, economic collapse books, super flu books, all of which can be in the sic fi section, but nothing I consider real.

It makes me unhappy with myself because I feel like I have given up on space travel myself.  Where once I though might take a vacation on the moon myself, not I am not sure if my future grand kids will ever be able to do so.  Maybe it was the shuttle being shut down without a working replacement, or that I am getting older and losing some of the kid dreams, that made me change genre subconsciously.

Is this a big deal in life?  No, compared to real world problems, this might even be bit silly.  But it is something I can easily fix.  By the end of the day, I will have a real science fiction book.  It will have space travel, maybe aliens, other planets and the magic you can only find outside our solar system.

Let’s see if I can recapture the magic I felt back when I was a lot younger and thought there were no limits to where we might end up.  It may not make a difference in the real world, but if I can believe we will make it out there someday, then it helps me believe I can do anything!

I’ll do a followup when I finish the book! Thanks for reading y’all!


2 thoughts on “When did I Stop?

  1. I love sci fi myself, although, beyond Enders Game, I don’t read a lot of it. I love to watch it. Zombies, apocalypse, and dystopias do seem to be popular today. I myself do love The Hunger Games and book like that as well. I’m not sure if the switch is cultural or just a sign of the times. Like you the magic I felt when reading when younger…that no limits magic, has disappeared for me as well. I catch glimpses of it here and there in books or movies. But it is rare and infrequent. I too would like to find it again.

    1. Sometimes I do. There are different magics. Game of Thrones has brought back the love of fantasy, I am waiting for the next book. And a good time travel book can do it for me too :).

      I knew others would understand though. Thanks for the great comment,

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