lazypadawan's Holocron

I decided a little while ago to go into the city and attend an outdoor book fair. While I’ve been to it before, I was wondering about what, if anything, I’d buy there. That thought could have strengthened as I passed by the kiosk for a notable science fiction bookstore, conscious all over again of what frayed if not snapped certain of the strings connecting me to the genre in print.

When I saw a small hardcover on a table, though, I picked it up and looked at the blurb inside the front cover. Mason Coile’s Exiles promised “the first people arrive on Mars to find the robots that put together their base in disarray.” While the book seemed pricy (I suppose I haven’t been looking at hardcovers too much of late), I kept thinking about it, and then I bought it, not as my only purchase at the fair.
( It was a speedy read )