I love reading Tad Williams.
I hate reading Tad Williams.
I love reading Tad Williams. His prose flows like no other. His words come together in a way that makes them almost disappear into the image of the world.
I hate reading Tad Williams. It is SO LOOOOOOOOOONG! Exciting moments like the escape from the castle or the discovery of a burned out monastery are separated by hundreds of pages of eyeball-bleeding stretches of nothing.
I love reading Tad Williams. His world and creatures are some of the best-written in all of epic fantasy or fiction in general. The politics, the cultures, the climate, everything in Osten Ard are amazingly well drawn and believable.
I hate reading Tad Williams. I want to strangle most of his main characters, or they bore me. Simon, the main character, spends a good half the book whining and most of the rest wandering lost with too little actually happening. He gets about five pages of redemption, but it’s too little, too late for me to care about him. The aristocracy goes through incredibly long debates and acts like children for far too long before they do anything interesting.
I loved reading The Dragonbone Chair.
I couldn’t wait for to over.
I have to find out what happens next.
I need a break first.