It took me a long, long time to read this book. Someone gave me a copy of Jules Verne’s classic when I was a youngster—probably around 11 or 12 years old. I remember starting it, but giving up after only a few pages. The pacing was too slow, at least by my adolescent standards. Instead I picked up a Nancy Drew mystery or an Edgar Rice Burroughs pulp fic…
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