Ah, crap.

Ah, crap.

Why do I do this to myself? I promised I’d never do it again, after I started reading The Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan. I started the series almost 10 years ago, got through the first six or seven books (many thousands of pages, mind you) ¬†and then discovered that the series was incomplete. (10 years later? Jordan died and the final chapter is still unpublished.) Given such a complex series, I knew that I’d have to go back and reread to refresh my recollection of the details, and I didn’t want to do that repeatedly after each book came out. So I put those books away and I’m still waiting for the final book so I can go back and reread the entire bloody thing.

So, I pick up “Game of Thrones”. I started it a few times, but found it really difficult to get into. But something clicked recently and I’m now almost finished book one. Only to find myself in the same boat – a fantastically complex and deep series that’s yet unfinished. And with an aged author that’s notorious for taking years between books.

I am *such* a masochist sometimes. But I’m having difficulty stopping.

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