One of the many SF books I own which I am embarassed to read on the subway. Hell, I'm embarassed to bring it up in polite conversation with other SF readers. It's because of the goofy cover and the later books, with their generic numbers - it's like admitting you really enjoyed Austin Powers 3 or Debbie Does Dallas Vol. 12.
Of course, in a series like this one, collections of novellas by different authors all in a single setting, you don't run into the problem of sequel fatigue, but numbered books are always a little embarassing.

And you know what? It's really damn good. In particular, I have returned to Dean Ing's "Cathouse" many times over the years; it's a wonderful combination of archaic Kzin domestic life and Robinson Crusoe-style wilderness survival by ingenuity. ( )

Pretty good so far. Not what I expected. May or may not read the rest.
Edit: It got better. Better enough that I will pick up more if they present themselves. ( )

So far so good. Not what I expected. May or may not continue.