But I've never re-read it since then. It's been 16 years, and it's still arguably one of the most influential books I've ever read, in terms of shaping my outlook and view of the universe.
The Mars trilogy was one of the first things I bought (again) when I get my Kindle.
I just haven't actually /read/ them since doing so. I just needed to own them, so I could.
Well, I started re-reading Red a couple weeks ago. I'm about halfway thru it.
It's stirring up intense feelings that can only be reasonably described as homesickness.
And it's made much, much worse by the near-certainty that I'll never see it.
It's really not enjoyable to know that the one thing you want more than anything else, at all, ever, is as close to Absolutely Impossible as makes no odds.