I come before you to recant. I have realised the error of my ways, and the folly of placing a desire for closure over the common sense of reading things I enjoy.
I tried to finish The Wheel of Time.
I should say straight up that this is not a post I'm entirely comfortable making. The saga's author, Robert Jordan, died only a few years ago, tragically one book away from completing his fantasy series. I certainly don't want to be disrespectful, but art is there to be critiqued, regardless of the nature or status of the person involved. More importantly, I feel that Jordan's misogyny, which I'm finally coming to grips with, makes criticism of his series justified, even at this point in time.
