. . . and I wasted several long hours of my life that I could have used more productively and less painfully, like jamming spikes into my fingers or gouging out my eyes with a spork.
Forgive the hyperbole, but Crossroads of Twilight, book 10 in Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time series, is bereft of any semblance of plot, story arc, tension, climax, or resolution. It’s 600+ pages of pure filler. Here, let me summarize the entire book for any of you: the characters think up some plots, but none of them are revealed to the reader, and nothing is implemented. Then the book ends.
GODDAMN do I hate Robert Jordan. I’m pretty sure I also hate myself for subjecting myself to this pointless waste of paper and ink. And I SO wanted to be proven wrong and find that Jordan had resolved some of the Avogadro’s Number-worth of plots and subplots he has running in the series, but of course that would require an author determined to finish the series before the next millenium. I’d probably get more out of the book if I used it for kindling.