Re: Robert Jordan.. May you Rest in Peace
I remember... My eleventh birthday. Someone had finally gotten me a book! My aunt had been to a bookstore, and some person working there had recommended her to get the first part of The Eye of the World. I later learned that that book was a bit more expensive than what I usually would get from my aunt, so love must go to her and the person that were so eager to, and successful in, selling her the book. I was mighty intrigued by the cover, and the backside text had my young heart racing. I spent most of the night trying to figure out what the hell the prologue was all about, or for that matter what a prologue was. In the end I had to bite the dust that night, but when well rested it dawned on me in the end that I should just try reading the book already.
It was such a different world from what I was used to, skimming through literally hundreds of Hardy and Nancy Drew books. Mad scary it was too, many a night was spent staring wide-eyed at the door and window simultaneously, making sure no Doughface was creeping in.
Also, it was these books that had me nagging my parents into taking me to the city library sometimes several nights a week to find new things to read.
For a few years that was a pattern, every birthday and every christmas I would take the other gifts, constantly eyeing the squarish one that I knew held the real treasure. Then, to the dismay of parents and guest alike who were all probably trying to teach me a bit of standard etiquette and whatnot, I would dissappear somewhere to read the next bit of my story. Every time lying to my dad at night "yes, I'll turn off the light now, just lemme finish the chapter".
This is history now, of course, no-one ever buys me books anymore, and I've discovered better books; still, The Wheel of Time probably is one of the most important things in my life, considering what it did to me.
May you find peace, mr Jordan.
I'm sad.
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