yellow brick road?

The Road to Science Fiction #4: From Here to Tomorrow, edited by James Gunn
A collection of short stories, obviously. What I liked second-best about this anthology is that it had a lot of novellas-that-later-became-Important-Novels-in-the-Field in it - like "A Canticle for Liebowitz" and "Flowers for Algernon" and so forth. And since most of these were novels I hadn't gotten around to reading yet, I was pleased to mostly enjoy them very much. The best thing about this anthology was that it had Vonda MacIntyre's lovely "Of Mist, and Grass, and Sand" in it. I've read that story thrice now, and the novel which was drawn from it (Dreamsnake) once as well, and it still delights me. An aside: I figured out that one of the reasons I trick myself into thinking I don't like short stories is that anthologies take me so damn (relatively) long to slog through. Because as soon as I fall into a particular writer's rhythm, they go and switch writers on me. So I never have that vertiginous rush-through-to-the-end-barely-stopping-to-breathe feeling that I often get with good novels. Hm.
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satisfaction brought it back

So, everyone I know (no! really! everyone! even my grandma!) is posting this meme now, and I am succumbing to the tide. Mainly because I'm so fascinated by how memories work, but I suppose most of us would be.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad. I promise not to come after you with a spatula, either way.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

(Apparently this phrasing was stolen from cadhla by vixyish from whom I cut'n'pasted it.)