How much work is too much to ask of the reader? I asked this when I wrote about giving up on The Wheel of Time. And yet I find myself taking it up again, from precisely where I left off.
The process of re-entry is anything but smooth. It was all I could do to remember the exact chapter, and even then I doubted my recollection.
And yet, something seductive immediately called to me. Aes Sedai. Warders. The Forsaken.
I have returned. Perhaps this says something quite deep about me, about my inability to sustain relationships. But, for now, I am so happy to be back.