Hilarious! Transformed by amazon into childrens' stories. I picked oop Rings of Saturn (not the children's story but part philosophising, part social diagram of perception) in an opportunity stalks shop. Started reading it and thought- "What a writer!" I was trilled, excited, settled down for a good literary whack off and then like wot can happen to us blokes of a certain stage and vintage, it dribbled into nothing. I became bored, restless, drank too much tea and expired the book by hoying it onto the pile labelled "Return to when and if desperate". It remains there mute with accusation like a spurned lover. You promised? I did no such thing, anyhow, you didn't deliver. Only yerself to blame. Suitors beware! All that is written may not be true for you. I much prefer the loony, sorry eccentric fringe geographers. Sorry gotta go and walk past the elastic band recycling farm in Newtown.