Rand al'Thorrrrrr

Ho ho ho, just went with R. to a charity book sale and snagged an autographed copy of Robert Jordan's Winter's Heart:

I'm not too arsed about the purchase, since it was $1.50, but even though I've read all the earlier books in the anthology (T_T), the following comment on Amazon.com is painfully funny:

You need the fix, and you gobble it up lickety-split. Afterwards you are left feeling dirty, confused, unsatiated and more than a little ashamed. Some readers content themselves with blatant lies, such as the popular "Oh, this book was transitional- he's building to something BIG." So they said in books 4-8. In book nine something happens nine pages from the end, after six hundred-odd pages of filth. This "something" should have happened in book five, max. If Jordan wasn't paid by the word, no doubt it would have been . . .

Oh yeah, one last thing: I hope all of you Jordano-philes out there have realized the sad truth: he will die before he finishes this damned series. By book thirty one (which will take place about four weeks after book nine, knowing the way he keeps things a'movin') Rand will have seven arms, each tattooed, three pregnant women and a necklace made of forsaken ears.

Anyway, the best thing is that the book is nicely hardbound, so it's easy to remove the slipcover and read in class. WEAKSAUCE!