Got a good laugh out of this post on View From the Porch.
"Re-reading the omnibus edition of the first three books of The
Dragonriders of Pern (and you really needn't bother with the rest.) They're still
fun, but the idea of having a giant telepathically-linked dragon that would be
your friend forever and could fly you around and set stuff that annoyed you on
fire was a lot more attractive when I was in middle school and grappling with
teen angst. Not that I'd turn one down now, but as an adult, all you can think
of are the damned vet bills, which must be ginormous. And it probably horks up
hairballs the size of VW Beetles."