I’ll come right out and say it. I’m a huge Wheel of Time fan. I blame it all on Mr. BookPairing who has, unfortunately this week, been subject to his creation by a wife who refuses to do anything until she gets through all 900+ pages of the damned last book, A Memory of Light.
I say damned because not only did the original author, Robert Jordan, die before he could finish the series, (famously saying that he would finish the last book, “whether it is 1500 pages long, Tor has to invent a new binding system, or it comes with its own library cart”) but the author who took over for him, Brandon Sanderson, has had to write three books to cover all of the material, each of those books more than or around 1,000 pages each.
Can you sense my frustration with my use of italics?
That whole waiting period for the WOT series made me a firm non-serial reader for a while, but that’s now a tune I’ve changed in the last few months. Is it because WOT is actually finished? Maybe I’ve lost my bitter edge and become a wide-eyed hopeful? Or is it because I just needed some more epic fantasy series in my life?
In any case, I just finished Patrick Rothfuss’ The Name of the Wind, the first in his Kingkiller Chronicles and oh my pants, was it fantastic. Love love loved it — but we’ll save that for another post. I’m also just about to start Hounded, the first in The Iron Druid Chronicles by an Arizona author, Kevin Hearne.
What about you? Do you stay away from series? Or are series your reading sweet spot?