I decided, recently, that it was time to buckle down and start reading classic science fiction. Heinlein landed first on the list (possibly because I saw it first) and I don't regret reading him. I am, however, rather annoyed that I had to finish the book.

The first two thirds of the story was astounding and the chronicles of how someone who was human and not human at the same time was trying to make sense of a world for which he has no reference or comprehension was amazing.

And then Mike became superman, capable of everything and I got supremely fed up with the story and wanted him to die.

So much for wish fulfillment.