And finally, I have read every novel of Dragaera published to date.
Anyone like Alexandre Dumas? No? Yes? I recently saw a homeschool theatre production of The Count of Monte Cristo and was amazed at how much the dialog sounded like the characters in Brust's Khaavren romances. Then I read that these romances were like Brust's tribute to Dumas, and so everything made sense after that. Chicken, egg, etc.
Anyway, reading Brust's books are simply far more enjoyable to me, mostly because they're so funny. Funny is important. I can't deny skipping whole paragraphs of descriptive text, but I just assume that's my impatient brain being unable to process anything except the conversation I so look forward to. Also the political intrigue is more or less above me, so that doesn't help either.
I remember picking up The Paths of the Dead (which happens after Five Hundred Years After; yes, I read them out of order) and being thoroughly disgruntled that Vlad wasn't narrating. It was draggy and wordy and confusing. By the end of that book, though, I'd become so submerged that I was thinking in the dialog of the characters; phrases like "I should like nothing better!" popped into my head if someone asked me if I wanted to leave work early or go out to dinner that night.
What I'm trying to say is, if you pick up one of Brust's books that was 'written' by Paarfi of Roundwood, don't give up on it. And yes, you should go out and pick one of these books up. They're utterly charming.
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