This is the first Science Fiction of its kind that I have read. And I read this by mistake, actually. I thought I had a Hubbard on my list of 100 books that I wanted to read. This was about two-three years ago. For a list of a hundred, many of them unfamiliar, I wasn’t sure who I had on my list and who I didn’t have when I went book shopping. I would imagine that a particular author was on my list; I was really just getting confused between my list and the books I have been seeing shopping. Because of this, I have found some pleasant mistakes. I picked up books by mistake and I would read them and liked them. I borrowed Battlefield Earth from my boyfriend then. It was his dad’s. I just saw it among the books in his library and borrowed. This was a terribly thick book especially for a paperback. And the story was very long. Anyway, I liked it. There were some corny moments, which is normal, but in general I really enjoyed it. I liked how the story was built up. I understood the alien politics going on. And I really just appreciated the whole thing.
In the beginning, I wasn’t really into SFF; I didn’t think it was something any serious reader should really get into. I think that’s how you expect an avid classic literature reader to react. I have since swallowed my words, though I can understand certain people’s reaction to them. In the end, it’s simply a matter of taste. Before this, I have read some SFF without really thinking of them as SFF, such as Tolkien and C.S. Lewis. I have always equated “Science Fiction” with space and stuff. And Battlefield Earth is definitely one of the space-y types. Now, I’m considering reading Star Trek… yeah, yeah.