I have been a fan of science fiction almost as long as I can remember, starting with the short stories of Isaac Asimov which I used to read by torchlight under the bedclothes. Since then my tastes have grown broader, but I find myself returning to science fiction over and over again.
A few years ago, a couple of friends and I formed a book club, meeting in a local pub every six weeks or so to discuss life, the universe, and the latest science fiction book we’ve read. We take it in turns to choose a book, which has broadened our reading experience considerably. I, for example, would never have put myself through Russell Hoban’s wonderful Riddley Walker
You can find our reading group’s blog at Roadside Picnic. The blog title does superficially resemble the title of this one, but is in fact a reference to the book Roadside Picnic
by Tom Robbins. It seemed somehow appropriate as I set out my stall on this virtual roadside.
