*Sigh*

I’m plowing through Anne McCaffrey’s Pegasus in Flight not because I’m enjoying it terribly but because I know I can finish it by the end of the year.

McCaffrey has delivered yet another book that would be gripping if someone else had written it. Which is disappointing because I love reading about people with extrasensory powers.

Also, it was written in 1973, and set in the 1990’s, and she envisioned a future that didn’t happen, so the book’s a little dated in that respect.

*Sigh* I should reread Zenna Henderson for a better take on this topic.