The Prophen and the Catalyst (The Farseer trilogy)

by Narrin

Вертись вертись мое колесо
Тянись тянись шерстяная нить
Отдавай мой гость мне мое кольцо
А не хочешь если совсем возьми
Отдавай мой гость мне мое кольцо
А не хочешь если совсем возьми

Я себя сегодня не узнаю
То ли сон дурной то ли свет не бел
Отдавай мне душу мой гость мою
А не хочешь если бери себе
Отдавай мне душу мой гость мою
А не хочешь если бери себе

Звон стоит в ушах и трудней дышать
И прядется не шерсть только мягкий шелк
И зачем мне право моя душа
Если ей у тебя мой гость хорошо
И зачем мне право моя душа
Если ей у тебя мой гость хорошо

Spin spin my wheel
Stretch along, stretch along a woolen string
Give back my guest to me my ring
Or if you don't want to, then take it for good
Give back my guest to me my ring
Or if you don't want to, then take it for good

I do not know myself today
Whether it is bad dream, or the light is not white
Give back my guest to me my soul
Or if you don't want to, then take it for yourself
Give back my guest to me my soul
Or if you don't want to, then take it for yourself

There is ringing in my ears and it is difficult to breathe
And not wool is spun but soft silk
And what do I need my soul for,
If it is better with you, my guest
And what do I need my soul for,
If it is better with you, my guest

I should not read books as I do. Or rather, I should not read books I car deeply about as I do. It's very rear for me to go into such a (reading) frenzy, and the few times I did the reasons and circumstances were quite different.

When The Half-Blood Prince first came out a few years ago, I read it in one sitting. And it wasn't a small book. Of course this was the same for any lost soul that actually cued up on the day the 6th Harry Potter novel was released. Everyone went into the same frenzy, wanting only to know what happens in the end. Needless to say this way of reading a book kind of ruins the whole thing.

Even a longer time ago, when I got my hands on the Lord of the Rings novels, I managed to finish those in a week. There wasn't a rush to finish, just the pure enjoyment of it.

And now, the Farseer trilogy... I suppose the circumstances are somewhat to blame. I got a terrible cold a few days ago, and ended up sleeping for 24 hours unable to get up save to go the the bathroom and take my meds. I recovered after 24 hours but, as a result, could sleep for another 2 nights. Thus, I read.

It's hard to explain this, unless you yourself have 'binge-read' like there's no tomorrow, and like all demons of hell will drop on your ass if you stop. I also made the mistake of going online, and looking at the Fitz/Fool fandoms. This is another thing that's hard to describe unless you've experienced it. It's like you reading process, your imagination and your persevering of the book/plot become tainted by an outside influence. There. I can't put it any other way. It's a miserable feeling...

Well, I'm at the end of Assassin's Quest. Some 100 pages to go. Then it will probably take all my willpower not to run to the store and get "The Tawny Man" trilogy...