The Story Goes on and On. And on.
I love details in books. They are awesome! They really enhance the story. Unless an author goes overboard into drudgery. I made it four books into the Throne of Glass series by Sarah J. Maas. I loved them so much! And then I just couldn’t do it anymore. The fourth book took forever to read, and I really think it could have been cut in half. I was dreading reading the next one, even though I wanted to find out what happened in the book. Unfortunately, I put the series down and started a new one.
The First Book Was Great! The Second…Bad
Okay, I wouldn’t say it was bad, but it turned me off from the rest of the series. Miss Kane’s Christmas by Caroline Mickelson was so good! It seriously made it near the top of my favorite books. And then I read Mrs. Saint Nick, the second in the series. Holy smokes. I did not like the plot. I did not like the heroine. Things were confusing and rushed, with an unsatisfying ending. I’m still holding onto hope that I will want to delve back into the series, because I heard the rest after the 2nd book are really good.
Too Many in the Series
Does anyone else get overwhelmed when they see a series of around 12 books, each about 600 pages each? I’m talking to you Robert Jordan! And George R.R. Martin! And Terry Goodkind! (Not you, Brandon Sanderson. I love you! <3) It’s hard to pick up a book you know will go into a series that will take you two or three or more years to read.