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 Jordan died and the final chapter is still unpublished.)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.