You know how fascinating in a story when the characters are about to turn a bend on the road and you, the reader, don’t know what they’re going to find: The missing letter, perhaps -Oh no!- the villain himself. Well, how about it when the bend on the road leads to something not only completely unexpected, but completely unknown, completely other: the strange landscape, the vast interior of the alien vessel, the totally incomprehensible organism, the wrong colored sky, the misbehaving substance... This is basically why I was hooked on SF/F from childhood and became a drooling fan upon learning English. SF/F is doubly alien if you’re Mexican being practically nonexistent here. Thank you for multiplying the pleasure with your amazing analyses of the stories and authors. Miyar