The Caves of Steel, by Isaac Asimov

I’ve had a cold that’s kept me at home the past few days — have had a hard time focusing on anything long enough to read, even. So I scanned my old science fiction paperbacks and picked up The Caves of Steel — one of the 3(ish) robot detective books that Asimov wrote.

It’s sort of comfort reading — characters and worlds that are super-familiar to me, that are baked deep into my reading consciousness — and so sort of like Ender’s Game in that I go back to them from time to time.

These books aren’t as good or as important as the his Foundation books — especially the first three of those. But they’re fun, very readable, and fit like a comfortable sweater — great for when you’re sick.

(I actually like the next book in the series, The Naked Sun, a little better — it’s a particularly unusual take on a locked room mystery, and very memorable.)

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