I loved the first three, perhaps because they'd been paced as an originally intended trilogy. I got through the fourth book okay. But the bewildering 150-page prologue in book five was ridiculous. I stopped there. I find it absolutely astonishing that the man could write eleven of these things and have entire novels that go nowhere. There are too, too many wonderful books in this world and beautiful days to spend outside for me to slog through a single paragraph of Jordan now. You have to have some serious fortitude for another paragraph woolly lummoxes and people's eyes turning into blue chips of ice.
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"The idea that money doesn't buy you happiness is a lie put about by the rich, to stop the poor from killing them." -- Michael Caine
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