I asked her why she liked science fiction. She looked at me with some surprise.
"I think it's cool," she said. She waved toward the titles along the wall. Many of them were novelizations of film, several were novels written for a franchise such as "Star Trek" or "Star Wars". She had the Harry Potter novels, of course. There, too, were some of the mega-fantasies, the ones that are unneccesarily thick, like the Robert Jordan books, or the works of George R.R. Martin. Here, too, were works some fashionable urban fantasies.
"Did you ever read Vonnegut?" I ask. "Bradbury? Asimov? Dick? Card? Herbert?"
"I think I read 'The Illustrated Man' back in high school."
"A lot of this stuff you have isn't really science fiction. It's more fantasy. I mean, look at the Jordan books."
"Fantasy, science fiction. What's the difference? It's all really the same. I just want to read and escape. I like the 'cool' factor. I don't want to think."
"No, of course not. What's that hanging on the wall?"
"Those are my ribbons from the last convention I went to. You go from event to event and you collect ribbons. It's cool isn't it? You know who they had at the last convention? They had one of the guys who made 'Buffy'. Sweet."