a review, of sorts

I just finished reading The Way of Kings, by Brandon Sanderson. By the end I couldn't put it down, so that should speak for itself. But actually, it took me a couple of weeks to get into it. I read only a couple of pages at a time and wasn't really sure if I'd read the whole thing.

My problem? The world Sanderson has created is just so different from ours. It's rich in detail and culture and such, but my goodness it's complicated at first. It was overwhelming. By about 1/4 of the way through I had it figured out enough to really enjoy the story and characters, so I'm really glad I persevered, but it really took a while.

That's actually all I'm going to say. You should read it.

my drug of choice

Umm, yes. Lack of posts.
I would officially like to blame the Codex Alera. It's a series of books by Jim Butcher. Go put them on hold at the library. Or, you know, buy them. I'm not sure why they're so good, but they are.
I've realised that books are like drugs. For me, anyway. As in, when I have a good one I forget to eat. And even when I'm forced away (work, who needs it?) I keep thinking about it. The story, the world, the characters.
Anyway, the Codex Alera. Genre? Fantasy. Cool world. The hero is very... heroic. Too perfect really. Smart, kind, loyal, warrior-ish, handsome, good... all that stuff. Doesn't seem to have a fault. But somehow that isn't annoying? I don't know. Usually I would. But he's so well written that I still like him, still get sad when crap stuff happens to him. I still get so caught up in his adventures that I forget to eat, and I'm still twitchy because the next book is on hold and I have to wait.
Drugs, I tell you.