I know several people who have a book that they can read over and over again: my sister has the last Twilight book (which I forgive her for, because she’s young and doesn’t know any better), my buddy Chris has the Lord of the Rings trilogy (which he tries to read once a year), and I think we all know a girl who’s read Pride and Prejudice 17 times. I haven’t had one of those books in years, the last one being Bill Wallace’s The Watchdog and the Coyotes, which I read from 2nd to 5th grade, just because it was awesome. I’ll bet it still is, actually.
I’ve wanted another book that I could read more than once for a while, but nothing has jumped out at me in any of my readings over the last few years. Plenty of great books, but nothing that warranted a second read. Well, today, I found it:
The Automatic Detective by A. Lee Martinez.
This, my friends, is a book about an alternate history. There’s one city in America, Empire City, that’s full of robots and mutants and talking gorilla cab drivers and dangerous science. I read this book about a year ago, and decided to check it out again, just because I liked it so much… and guess what? It’s even better this time.
As I’ve already said, that hasn’t happened in a while. In fact, I recommend this book to all of you literate people out there: I’ve read two books by Martinez, Detective and Gil’s All Fright Diner, both of which have knocked off mah socks with their sheer rockitude. I’ve got his other books coming through the library interwebs, so I’ll let you know if he is made of consistent rocketropolis, or merely hit or miss faux-rockitudinology.