Prelude to THE Kiss.)
It was hard to give up our own home with beautifully refinished hardwood floors (compliments of Serafina) and real oak woodwork throughout, but it never made economic sense to leave it uninhabited, and Blissful Torment (who was still partial owner) refused to sign off on allowing tenants.
So we reluctantly packed up belongings and moved. We were forced to move our full three bedroom home's worth of belongings (including full attic, basement, and 2 car garage) into less than half of the actual space of Mom's small 1970's split foyer residence.
Obviously, many things remained in storage, packed away in boxes, stored in the rafters of Mom's garage, stuffed in corner of a shed, stacked along the wall of the basement. My best book collections made it to my antique glass front bookshelves, a family heirloom I've prized since childhood, but John Norman's Gor series has never exactly fit the description of being among my best books.
I'm not trying to rain on the parade of anyone who's in absolute love with the Gor series, as I certainly know it has more than it's share of adherents. But in my house some rules are simple, paperback books don't sit behind antique glass that originally decorated the offices of the President of the Union State Bank. So, the world of Gor languished in boxes, packed there by a angry Blissful Torment who didn't care for the series. It likely had been as far back as 1998 when those books last saw the light of day.
They are out of their boxes now, I'm rereading the series one by one. I'm actually finding it more enjoyable the second time around . . .
What are your feelings, my dear reader, about Gor?
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