About 150 pages to go on the 5th and final book of Eddings' 5 part trilogy The Belgariad, and I am definitely into the swing of it now. Still not great writing, but easily digestible and commercially-friendly, and that's no mean feat. I can see the appeal, but it's taken a while to reprogram my brain to appreciate it. Or maybe the pending
Twilight instantly makes anything else look good. Or perhaps a quick mental comparison with, say, Traci Harding makes Edding prose style seem so much more dignified, and less likely to make me froth. National stereotypes be damned.
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