Well, I just finished A Memory of Light. I must say, it’s pretty good (65 page Prologue and 90 page chapter aside [not that they were bad, I just hate stopping mid-chapter…made for a long night]).
Have you ever finished a book or series and just felt, deflated? Not because the book was bad, but because you knew it was over. I don’t think empty is the right word, nor is disappointed (not I feel like a gleeman). It’s just odd to think that you’ll never read another (new) story about that world (don’t get me wrong, I reread books all the time). It’s just a little sad, that’s all. But, I suppose that’s what good author’s do, they create worlds we want to be in (cosplayers?) and characters we want to love (cosplayers?). I suppose that is the goal, isn’t it?
Well, now that I’ve finished reading it, I can unlock the door and come out of my isolation. No need for spoiler alerts anymore (for me, at least). I can pick up my sword and march toward a new beginning…or find some LARPers (Live Action Role Players) who still fight toward Tarmon Gai’don. Tai’shar Manetheren! (wow, got a little extra nerdy, there [don’t worry, I had to look it up, I’m not fluent in the Old Tongue…yet])
Or, I suppose I could work on the next great epic fantasy sage. I think I’ll let fate decide. Do I go outside or do I remain inside? Time to toss the dice.