I Blame the Circles
Yesterday while listing a book, having read it twice before, I thought back fondly and decided to throw it in again for a new read. The book is Prostho Plus by Piers Anthony, a rather odd sci fi romp about a dentist from earth getting caught up in the hitherto unknown world(s) of galactic dentistry. How that thought ever lasted long enough to end up a published book is a different matter entirely, regardless it’s a lovely candy read. I remembered the premise, I recalled the major scenes, what I didn’t recolect in specifics brought the comfortable joy of rediscovery.
That is, until I got halfway through the book.
Remember I’d read this twice before, and it’s one of my favored books from one of my favorite authors. Before I picked it up this time I could have related to you a general sketch of the book, most the major developments and a fair approximation of the satisfying conclusion. Had you gone and read the book you would have been mistified as I. For, there’s an entire second part to the book that I had no recolection of even existing much less in the details within. Flat out, it turned into a new read.
Weird.
