I was told in elementary school that I only could read at half the speed for success in college. Oh well, one benefit of slow reading is you get to live with the characters a longer period of time. I read in a vain attempt to better understand people. At my other homes, I'm known as a spouse, pop, guy in the choir, physical chemist, computer/web dilettante and child-care provider. In theory, I'm a published author, if you consider stuff like Quenching Cross Sections for Electronic Energy Transfer Reactions Between Metastable Argon Atoms and Noble Gases and Small Molecules to count as publications. I've strewn dozens of such fascinating things to the winds.
I'm glad this was short. It wasn't very good. Probably it's greatest fault is in being horribly dated. I'd read two other books by Beecham and liked them quite well . This didn't match up. Part of the problem was that the others were adventure stories of the southwest Pacific. This one, on the other hand was rather a sort-of science fiction piece. As nearly as I can tell, it only exists as a two-part story in an old magazine [The Popular Magazine]. I clipped the parts to make an ebook.