Oh me? I read.

I have no idea how to go about reviewing this. Maybe I should point out that I am very much not a sci-fi reader. Reading this was my effort to rectify that. Maybe this wasn't the book to start with. Or maybe it was the best.

All I can say is that the world was strange and beautiful and very much a world I would never want to live in. I didn't understand any of the relationships in the book, but by the end, I realized that maybe I wasn't meant to. It did make me think about a great many things, but often I felt like I was chasing my own thoughts in circles and most of my near insights came to nothing. With the ending I didn't know if I should be comforted or disappointed. Honestly I was a little bit of both.

I had less difficulty coming to grips with Thompson's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. I just find it strange that a drug-filled primarily hallucinogenic book with references made to decades well before my years, makes more sense to me than Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep.

I may not have enjoyed it, per se, but I am glad that I read it.