Bookses, my precious



In a tiny alleyway in The Lanes in Brighton, I stumbled upon a Treasure Trove of book-related goodness.

I became a fan of PKDs writing (and imagination) in my early teens.

The fact that his work continues to be so enduring, decades after his death, speaks volumes for the scope and scale of his imagination.

Season 2 of The Man In The High Castle is due to start soon.

I’m looking forward to seeing that exactly the same amount as I am keen to see Bladerunner 2049.

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2 Responses to Bookses, my precious

  1. Masher says:

    Now I know why you went to Brighton… to get some Dick.

    • Brennig says:

      I believe that coming to Brighton to get some Dick is a regular pastime for some folk. In my case, however, that was not the primary objective of the trip. The five Dicks I managed to pick up were accidental and unintentional. I fact I haven’t even unpacked the Dicks yet, so I certainly haven’t taken them up to our bedroom to lightly finger my way through them