The Wheel turns

Usually I do not do this with books, but then few books are as long as The Wheel of Time: a fourteen volume series each book of which is 700+ pages. Hence I knew from the start that I would be reading Robert Jordan for years, and indeed it was the  excessive length (even by my standards) alone that for a decade kept me from picking it up. But I did, and a year ago today I witnessed the tragic death of Lews Therin Telamon, called the Dragon, Lord of the Morning, and lastly Kinslayer. A year ago today I started The Wheel of Time and took the first steps on the great journey with Rand al'Thor, the Dragon Reborn, and his friends Egwene al'Vere, Mat Cauthon, Perrin Aybara, and Nynaeve al'Meara. It has been a thrilling ride thus far, a thoroughly enjoyable and truly unique Fantasy, and I am happy to report that the rumored glacial pace has yet to materialize. Of course, having recently started book #6 and hence being less than halfway through the series, I must acknowledge that a year ago I also said that "unlike usual, I do not silently swear to finish this series, but by the Light I mean to try!" A double-oath I mean to keep but, right now and come what may, I have every intention of seeing Tarmon Gai'don through to the end.
Meanwhile and as the Aes Sedai say, the Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills.