The Blade Itself, by Joe Abercrombie
Let’s be honest, nothing of much consequence happens in this book. I hate when authors write trilogies that are meant to be read as one giant epic. The Blade Itself has no story of its own, no plot, no climax. What it has is a bunch of admittedly unique but largely uninteresting characters all running about doing their own thing for no particular reason. Many of them are slowly brought together to begin a quest (the purpose of which either was not explained or which I totally missed), which apparently will happen in the second book of the trilogy.
So there is no reason to publish this as three distinct novels, because it’s not three distinct novels; what’s worse is that I have very little motivation to actually continue reading because this book mostly failed to capture my interest. In fact, the only reason I am considering risking another 500 pages of nothing is based on reviews that say the story really picks up in book two. If I hadn’t already bought it, though, I wouldn’t bother to now.
My rating: 2 of 5 stars