Now that's one sentence I'd never thought I'd write.
I have a co-worker who is trying to break me of my genre-embracing habits, so he gave me a reading list and lent me a copy of Book 4 of Phoenix by Osamu Tezuka. Going into it, I thought: no way I'm reading this in public. No way I'm going to like it, either. Wrong on both counts. That book was seriously fantastic, artistically and thematically.
I lay down my genre arms.
Ok, not entirely: no troll-based fiction. Ever!
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