I like me some lean SFF. But that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy a good, thick sheaf of parchment – mmmm-mmm. I liked the first three-ish (it’s been so long I can hardly remember) Song of Ice and Fire books. I gorged on the Harry Potters. Dracula wasn’t exactly a thin pile of leaf, nor were the Lord of the Rings books.
Some hurdles I just can’t seem to surmount, though. Couldn’t get into The Name of the Wind, and I’m not feeling much enticed by Sanderson’s stuff. Alas, Jordan’s epic, 20-book long, 90,000 page work never drew me in, either.
— H.P. ❄️❄️❄️ (@tuesdayreviews) January 22, 2019
Some long books are just so bloated; working through them feels like…well, work!
Phat books are all the rage these days, and I can’t put my finger on why. Is it the perception of value for money? Is it simply because that’s what’s on the shelves?
What about you all? What are some of the larger books you like, and why? Do you dislike short fiction? If so, why? I thirst for knowledge!