
Hurray! I made it to page 237... okay so that's only just over half of the book, which is the first in a set of seven... but hey - it's further than I got the last time I tried to read it. You see... after about thirty pages of dealing with this man's depression/anger/bitterness etc about his lot in life, I start to get a little fed up with his constant whining, and that makes the job of wading through Donaldson's fluted language - albeit very literary - just that little too much to bear.
The premise is brilliant, and I really do wish I could finish it, but after having been stuck on the book for four months - reading another book while this one was unfinished - and not being able to face reading LFB because I wasn't enjoying it, I figured enough was enough. Put in a sticky page marker, and maybe come back to try and finish it at a later date.