One baking hot afternoon in August I found my father's 10th xmas present. I was sitting in the 2nd floor window of the farmhouse built by my great grandfather hating my boring life. That was when I found John Carter, Princess of Mars among the Zane Grey and Kipling I'd already read. I finished it by flashlight that night. Just the way my father had done. I'd already read most of the Tarzan books at the public library. They'd been placed in the children's section which they never would be today. I've since read everything I could find by E. R. Burroughs. After Pearl Harbour there were no reporters on site so he became a war correspondent. I would loved to have read those dispatches. The incredibly diverse, yet complete worlds this man invented remains unequalled. He is absolutely my choice for writer I would love to have dinner with. To sit him down with Shakespeare would be the most fascinating conversation I can imagine.
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