![]() Then, one day, it happened: that fencing kid, who grew up to be my college roommate and dearest friend, found someone at his law school who claimed this was their favorite Goodkind. Eventually, we all moved on, read better books, and looked back at our love of Goodkind, Jordan, Martin, and all the rest as a sign of our naive youth.īut it's still one of those things, like Ninja Turtles or late nights playing Dungeons & Dragons, that can be fun to think back on. ![]() We knew other Goodkind books had been written and published since this one, but for years, we couldn't find anyone who had made it past the sixth book. ![]() We started asking around and it seemed to be the same for everyone: they liked the series, then this book, and they were done. He'd been following the series and at this book, it was just over. He creased his brow and frowned and said the same thing had happened to him. Something in me just stopped responding, and I never managed to finish it. I was a Goodkind fan, but I admitted that, partway through this book, I just couldn't do it anymore. It all started years ago when this kid from fencing and I were discussing what fantasy books we read. ![]() This book has become an unusual point of discussion between me and my literary fantasy friends. ![]()
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