I have been caught up in the world of The Wheel of Time. The complete series in ebook format has been sitting on my e-reader since earlier this year and I’ve been putting off the re-read.
Now that principal photography for the TV series has begun, I thought it was time to begin.
I first started reading The Wheel of Time at 14, when nine of the books had already come out. I kept up with the series up till the 11th book, then somehow after the four-year gap until the next book, I never continued.
It was the first sword and sorcery fantasy series that I’d picked up, and it spawned a love for the genre. It broadened my reading horizons — which at the time, was mostly chick lit and sci-fi. In a way, WoT led me to The Lord of the Rings.
In discovering WoT, I found myself discovering more and more fantasy stories and as always when it comes to reading, one thing leads to another. I eventually found Terry Pratchett, who led me to Neil Gaiman, who led me to even more writers.
In the past couple of years, I haven’t read much fantasy. And now that I’m immersed in the world of high fantasy again, I realise that I’ve missed it.