The Wandering Inn: Volume 8 by Pirateaba
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I can try, but probably fail, to describe what I feel about this book: I could keep reading it forever. As simple as that, it is simultaneously perfectly accurate and woefully meaningless.

It's like this: if I were stuck in Dickens' time period, with very little access to entertainment we take for granted, and I'd rely on sitting around family, with lamplight, to read the latest installment of a serial publication, I'd probably treat it like the true social event that it really is. We can all get excited, together, with the next grand twist in the lives of these people, and talk about how they made us feel, whether they made us rage or pissed at how THIS GOOD GUY could turn SO EVIL, and marvel at the evolution of everyone, even the places, in such a HUGE tale.

Well, that's this, but modern. I'm sitting here in my own skull, amazed at the full journey, wondering about lost allies, huge exploits, dangers to come, and huge arcs still unfinished. It's a whole world in every great sense of the world, and I'm here for it. Total immersion.

The laughter, the pain, the growth, the setbacks, and the slow realization that this whole series is one enormous, glacial game of chess. Proper and fitting, if you consider the inkeeper's obsession.

Well, it's still awesome. All of it. It's hard to believe that the first huge book is just a mere intro to a vast story, but here we are.

To my synesthesia, I swear I'm just curling up to a warm cup of tea on a cold night.


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