I distinctly remember being quite young and perusing the bookstore, and on several occasions picking up a certain book and reading the synopsis on the back: a young man finds a young woman bleeding on a London street.
The Mists of Avalon is one of those book that I felt obligated to read. Reading it was a study in fantasy literature… and maybe that’s why it felt a bit like homework.
I started reading The Name of the Wind in Paris, of all places. There was a small library of books from previous guests at the apartment we were staying in, and The Name of the Wind was one of the few in English. As luck would have it, I had been waiting for a good time to start into The Kingkiller Chronicle.
Nothing like looking back at January’s resolutions and seeing just how I fared over the last twelve months. I’ll be honest: I’ve never lived particularly well by my New Year’s Resolutions, but that’s not to say I haven’t lived well through 2013.