OK, I finally made it through all three of Ken Follett’s Century Trilogy novels.
It wasn’t easy.
Having never read any of Follett’s work before, I didn’t know what to expect, but reading the jacket of the first novel, The Fall of Giants, I was intrigued, to say the least.
The pre-World War I and World War I eras are fascinating times in world history. So much change, so much UPheaval, so much drama, really, I can’t resist it.
So, it was a 1000 pages, who cares, I love to read.
And it was good.
When I realized it was the first of a trilogy, I was a bit worried.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love John Jakes’ work, but the eight book Bastard series killed it for me as far as literary series go.
It was just too much work!
But, wanting to know what happened to all the folks in the first book, I sucked it UP, and bought book two, The Winter of the World.
It was a struggle.
I chalked that UP to the fact that mid-20th century US history doesn’t grip me like the earlier stuff does. I read the book, and it was OK.
Really, just OK.
But, hooked as I was, and hating to leave any little thing unfinished, I bit the bullet, bought the third book and dove right in.
The Edge of Eternity was history I lived. I remember it, I saw it on the evening news, I was there.
And frankly, Follett got some of it wrong.
Some, not all.
But enough to annoy the crap out of me.
Plus, the book was a DRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAG! It was slow.
Just as the second one didn’t live UP to the first, the third didn’t live UP to the second.
And, honestly, if a book is going to be 1,100 pages long, it really needs to live UP to something.
So, if you have the time, and you’re willing to be patient, g’head, read it.
If not, well, then don’t.