Amazingly bad prose. I couldn’t drag myself through it to determine if there was a story worth reading.

I’m tired of Eddings repeating the same character archetypes for every new project. This is the last fantasy novel of theirs I’m going to bother with. I still have a warm, fuzzy place for the Belgariad/Mallorean/their sequels, though.

Too cliche-ridden, even for fantasy. Flat characters. Snore.

I can’t get into Pratchett’s writing style.

I somehow got the impression this book would be more scientifically rigid, but it reads more like a Sunday newspaper feature, chock full of anecdotes and first-hand accounts. This isn’t a bad thing and is a pleasnt-enough read, but I have creeping doubts about the factual integrity. The bits about industrial vs organic potato farming were absolutely gripping, however.

I lost interest in the Valdemar books after Mage Winds. This tickled my curiosity a bit, so we’ll see how it goes…

Astonishingly good, especially for a first novel. It’s refreshing to find a long, well-spun tale that satifies the need for the familiar and something entirely out of the ordinary.

Not as boring as some Amazon reviewers claimed. Loved every stinking page of it.

Heart-breaking. Thought-stirring. It reminds you so much of Flowers for Algernon in the beginning, but grows into a more layered, accomplished novel by the end. Gorgeous.

Pretty good. More like a guilty pleasure than a great novel, though. I didn’t quite buy Gabriel/Rachel’s simmering romance, for some reason. Seemed to give over to their emotions way, way late and the book ends shortly after resolution. I wanted to cuddle, the book just left after the deed.