I stopped reading two books in the past few weeks. Both were well-liked, critical successes, science fiction award winners. But they just didn’t appeal to me. One was Saturn’s Children. It’s supposed to be about a gynoid sexbot. It’s got a sexy android on the cover. But she never has sex — all the humans are dead. So she’s trying to get by in a roboconomy spread across the solar system. It’s full of true science with high speed/time dilation and light side/dark side maglev mega-cities. Very descriptive on the environment, but not so much on the people (especially with no humans). So I end up feeling no attachment to…