I read it at my uncle's house when it was serialized in Galaxy and still remember Christmas Eve, 1956, when I read the part about the attack of the Outer Satellites. I've reread the book since and it doesn't have the same impact it did when I was ten. The sense of wonder isn't there, neither for myself nor, I suspect, for society at large. But it remains a highlight of my childhood.

I bet I have read it at least ten times. I still have it, I think, though it was falling apart last time I looked at it on my bookshelf. A great revenge story, among other things.

I thought I was the only one for a long time.

It is one of the all-time best.