Calde was a hard slog, and I’m not really sure why. Sometime in the last weeks of December I just stopped reading. I found myself doing other things on the bus — listening to my ever-growing backlog of This American Life, or playing iPod games, or nothing. I rarely ate out alone, so that time for reading was gone as well. Today I finished the book off, and I have little enthusiasm for proceeding to the next, so I’m going to take break from the series and read the book of Harry Dresden short stories I got for Christmas instead.
I will come back to the Long Sun, and after I read Exodus, post an actual review of the whole series. For the next little while, though, something else.