Reading, Reading 

It's official. I've lost all track of what's going on in Steven Erikson's Malazan book of the Fallen series. Or rather, why things are going on, and how do the twenty-seven (give or take five) subplots relate to each other, and why any of it matters.

I don't think this is because I made a longish break between the first five books and the next two. Sure, I did have to be reminded which of the 4000 characters is which, what they were doing and how they got where they are, and the eighth book looks like it'll make me do more of that kind of remembering, but that's not the problem. The problem is the why.

So I'll take another break. I just have to decide whether to take it in the Brent Weeks's Night Angel Trilogy (why the hell is it so popular to call three-book series trilogies?), or Brandon Sanderson's Mistborn. Choices, choices...