It is done. 12,000 pages, over four hundred hours, and countless cups of tea later the journey has ended and good has once again prevailed.
The Wheel of Time is you typical fantasy series of fated heroes, magic wielders, dark creatures, and world-altering events. While it’s not one of my favourite series I’ve ever read, it was solidly good. All of the characters were incredibly well-developed with full and detailed arcs, there great action scenes, the world itself was fully explored and travelled throughout the story, and my most hated character I came to love and sympathize with at the end, which doesn’t often happen.
As for the things I took issue with, the pacing is the most glaring issue. A lot of the books had a lot of nothing going on in the middle. It felt like it took five hundred pages to set up for maybe fifty pages of action. You could probably have removed half the books and been able to tell the same story more succinctly.
Nevertheless, I had a good time following the struggles and triumphs of Rand, Perrin, Mat, Egwene, Nynaeve from their humble origins in the two rivers to their glorious final moments defending the world against impossible evil and untold darkness. May they always find water and shade as the wheel turns.