I still have a few more titles I can remember. But I'm tired, and I have to rest up for my big meeting with Bowser tomorrow. (I read these a long time ago, I hope my memory hasn't butchered up the plots too badly). But I won't tell which of Silverberg's books I read and hated. Yes, he disappointed me a few times. But I still have a few more gems to turn you on to.

The test of a book is how it affects you. For the hours you spend in its pages, you are intimately intertwined with another human brain, you are seeing the universe through its eyes, learning what the author knows and how he thinks. Even if you don't agree with him, or even if you dislike what you find there, you are immersed in it. The experience of reading a book will change you, if it is a good one, good ideas well crafted, it will change you profoundly.

Even years later, when you have forgotten all the small details of the plot and the characters and what happens to them, that change the book wrought in you still remains. A little piece of Silverberg is inside me, is part of me, now. I see the world a little differntly because I once gazed at it through his eyes.