Some of these are better than others, but this one held me somehow. I stopped reading briefly to go get a drinnk and got the same suspenseful frisson I had when changing audio tapes the first time I listened to Charles Chilton's Journey Into Space when I was a kid, curled up in the dark, alone and no more than eight years old. Not having had my tastes spoiled by the stunning visual effects of our modern era, I was well able to place myself aboard the Rocket Ship luna with that intrepid crew, and though the story had been originally told in the 1950's, to my eight-year-old self it was new and thrilling.

Now I am in my twenties, we've walked on the moon and the cassettes of my childhood had long since been buried in the back of my mind. Still, this book awakened something inside me - nostalgia, I think, mor than anything exhilarating. but it reminded me of what I was, what I had been, the things I'd enjoyed. For that alone, it deserves high praise and extolment, even if only from me.