A creative, novella-sized story from a talented writer exploring the experience of a coma patient. Or is it?

This has been a crucial series in our lives the last few years, but I think that reliance ends here.

The King’s consistent ability to make my skin crawl at least once in a story still stands strong.

Regardless of the outcome, there’s no author I get more excited for.

If I could recommend anything in a succinct and non-Area X way: stop after the first book.

The premise of the series is profound, but there’s something off in the execution.

Advertised as a science fiction-mystery-love story. That’s a quick way to explain the story’s essence; it barely scratches the surface.

This is simplistic humanity to the core, told with no filter and no interest in fluff or for even one more word than necessary.

There are neither beginnings nor endings in the turning of the Wheel of Time. But New Spring is a beginning...before the beginning.

An arranging of pieces before the final stretch takes off.

Phew. Another one down, and I’m feeling the burn.

This was probably more fun 100 years ago.

Coming in hot off the excitement of #4, this book cools things down to a level that’s repetitive and disappointing.

This has the usual Stephen King formula for a heeby-jeeby heart-stopper, but just comes up short as a classic for me.

This was a rocky one, a sentiment that seems to be common.

An unquestionably lovable book and series.

What the heck, where was this quality in the first three?

I would probably rate this a 3.5 if I could.

The formula of “Langdon with a fit, brainy brunette that can get dirty, has access to some landmark, and has a secret” is getting old.

Probably not worth all the work to find it.