Originally Posted by Brainiac
Something funny-when I saw that one part of my reply singled out, I vividly recalled that particular scene in my memory. I could see my dad sitting in his leather farting recliner, holding the book out to show me the cover, with his evil looking grin. My parents were divorced and I had spent the previous Summer living with him. I read every Heinlein book that had been published up to that point during that Summer. I am pretty sure I have that paperback edition of Friday in my bedroom right now. Thirty years later.