However, looking at himself he sees a 25 year old version of himself, matching everybody else around him (the few exceptions being a few children under that age). Burton remembers being an old man with gout, being on his death bed, and everything else in his lifetime. Richard Francis Burton wakes up in a strange environment where bodies are all hairless, naked and the same age. Enough about the title of the book though, how was the actual writing?
That had a nicer ring to it, and it was also an honest response. Instead I would tell people I was reading the first book in the Riverworld series. I had a hard time remembering the title when people asked what I was reading, and even sitting down to write this review I had to look it up again. To Your Scattered Bodies Go by Philip Jose Farmer is my pick for the worst titled Hugo Award winner (so far, at least).
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