I know I do. Currently screening people beating hot metal into weapons of murderous intent (“It weel keel”) but if I wasn’t I might be streaming this.
I feel compelled to explain myself a bit. Since LotR I am an extreme sucker for Fantasy Sci-Fi and back when Paperbacks were cheap I bought a lot of Ballentine (not the Malt Liquor though I’ve done my fair share of 40s). Gor was a fairly popular franchise among a heavily acned basement dwelling group of Incels but as someone who had actually experienced a romantic relationship with a woman I found the characters overly Pecced and Basic, regardless of sex, and the plots presaged M. Night Shyamalam by being both confusing as well as dull and predictable when revealed.
They are horrible. Thank goodness I only bought 20 or so. I’d be happy to donate them to someone who wants a complete collection except I’m not sure they’d be someone I actually wanted to talk to.
But what are you going to do? Watch the Prime Time Corona Meltdown? The limes are to keep the flies out, not improve the taste, though it does because Corona is Mexican for Budweiser and I’d recommend you drink it for spite except it’s that bad.
There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old’s life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs.