My sister complains a lot when I recommend a good book to her, and she ends up reading it an then finds out it is book one of 5 or something, and book two isn’t out yet. I see her argument and I empathize with her. it doesn’t cripple me as much as it does her, but it’s painful I know. This month the opposite occurred. I’d heard about the Pendragon series for a while, and kept meaning to pick it up, but I thought it was maybe a series on Arthur Pendragon, and wondered how they went about it. So a few weeks ago I bought book one. and after a bit picked it up to see what it held. What it held was fun. just plain fun. It has nothing to do with Arthur (so far at least) and has been compared to HP. But I assume every book these days with a male protagonist who has two friends, comes of age finds out he has a greater purpose and has to beat the evil to save the world will be compared to HP… oh well.

So I finish book one and know I am hooked and can’t wait to see what happens next, so I go to the store and buy all the books in the series, EIGHT! For two straight weeks I read read read and enjoyed it completely. After book 6 though I was getting a little tired. I felt like I was running a marathon. Then to my dismay I found out there are TEN books not 8. TEN. TEN!! There was a part of me at this point that wished maybe they weren’t all out yet…. you know absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that… so I decided to start reading other books and kind of go back and forth….

So Jess… no complaining now!