In the 1970s, Folgers offered a promotion where you would receive a free copy of Treasure Island with the purchase of a 2 lb can of coffee. My dad read the book aloud to me, and it made an impression. Like all boys, I longed for an adventurous life. Jim Hawkins' fit the bill. I wondered if I could be as still as a mouse while hiding in the apple barrel, a treasonous plot unfolding a few feet away. The moral ambiguity of Long John Silver may have been a bit over my head as a young boy, but his menace was easily detectable. My reading journey had begun.
When I was in elementary school, I loved comic books. Yes, I did read actual books as well, but mostly non-fiction. But then, when I was about 13, I heard people talk about this guy named Tom Clancy. He wrote novels about the thing that most fascinated me: War. So, I acquired a copy of a book called Red Storm Rising.

The hyper-realistic, technically-correct, and riveting battle action of this book made me want to read more. This led me to other Tom Clancy books, and I devoured them all throughout junior high and high school. In fact, I became a fan of the entire techno-thriller genre. [As an aside, I should say that military techno-thriller began to die after the end of the Cold War. It is a shadow of its former self]
My other passion during my teenage years was Star Trek novels; in particular, The Lost Years by J.M. Dillard. Let me tell you, there are a lot of Star Trek novels. Some were good, some not-so-good. But it kept me reading and eventually opened the door to more substantive "speculative fiction". [I hesitate to throw around the term "more substantive" when it comes to genre fiction, since this implies that it is somehow inferior to "literary fiction", which I believe is poppycock.]
TO BE CONTINUED...
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