Back in high school, I discovered the Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordon. I am not sure which book I read first. Maybe the second, maybe the third. I don’t remember.
A lot of them were already out. I got books from the library and that means you can’t always choose to read the first one first. No, I read the first one that was available. I didn’t mind. I read – still read! – a lot of series out-of-order. I got good at piecing together back events.
Anyway, I went looking for the books I hadn’t read. I found them, I devoured them. But then the books started getting slow. The year wasn’t over yet.
I am pretty sure I reread the third one a couple of times instead of the newer one. (I don’t remember why. Maybe to remember why I loved this series.) Than I went back to the newer book and decided to skip all the scenes I didn’t want to read. (I did this for English class. It didn’t affect my grade.)
All I remember is that Rand felt like a minor character. Rand, the one who I’d thought was the main character. The character I was reading for. (I deeply disliked the shift in POV. Deeply disliked.)
The next book? I didn’t finish it. Even the Rand scenes seemed slow and pointless. I didn’t even pretend to finish it, by reading only half the scenes. I haven’t picked up another Wheel of Time since.
The Wheel of Time series is the first one I’ve given up; that book is the first book when I realized I didn’t have to force myself to finish. (This was a revelation to me.)
But the Wheel of Time series is finished. I want to complete it. From what I’ve heard, the later books got better. So maybe I gave up too soon.
I don’t remember anything I read before, so I am starting with the first book. Hopefully I will finish the series this time.