So I got married. I know, you’re sick of hearing about it but this is relevant. I swear. McHusband and I received some gift cards as presents, awesome. Two of them were pretty gender specific. He got the one to the local Marine shop, and I got the one to Chapters. God Bless you, whoever you are… I’m pretty sure Rebek wrote it all down and I’ll send you a thank you note soon.
Last Friday GermanG and I went down to Nanaimo, or as I also like to call it, civilization. I spent a beautiful time in Chapters all by myself while she had an ‘attack and destroy mission’ in Costco. I browsed books for at least two hours. I loved every minute of it… until I found this.
I’m pretty sure I raged about this book sometime last year, however let me repeate myself. WHY?!
Terry Goodkind wrote the Fantasy saga The Sword of Truth. I lived in this world from the age of 13 to the age of 23 when he brought a lovely and perfect conclusion to a riveting story line. Or so I thought.
You would think I’d be happy to dive back into those well-loved characters and a familiar world wouldn’t you. Well you’d be wrong. I live in a perpetual state of fear that an author will die, and leave his or her characters literally (heh geeky double entendre) hanging! George R. R. Martin is probably the worst offender, but Mr. Goodkind did take 10 years for me to read a series and I was pretty nervous the whole time.
Of course, I bought the book. I’m 15 chapters in and begrudgingly enjoying myself. The poor check out clerk named Tyler had to deal with an unexpected answer to his “Did you find everything you were looking for?” question. I gave him the whole rant and I think he was convinced that I was an insane sci-fi geek. He’d be right.
Take care my lovelies.