I put off reading this for a long time because I’m just not into robot love unless it’s coming from Yul Brenner or The Flaming Lips. Technically, they–the Hybrids–aren’t robots, but in this case, it’s all the same to me. But I was really in the mood for Nakamura’s brand of sadness and regret, and having nearly exhausted her available catalog, I gave in. And what do you know? It wasn’t that bad, not at all. I’m still not so fond of robot love (even though I actually have a thing for robots), but I’m glad I read it.