On the subject of genuine enjoyment, I finished Daniel Abraham’s ‘An Autumn War’ this morning while waiting at a rainy & windy tramstop. It’s the third book in the Long Price series that I started a couple of months ago and HOLY FUCK did this pay off! 
The first book was enchanting and sweet, and it completely drew me in even though it wasn’t exactly mindblowing. I just found myself loving the setting, the atmosphere of the books. I really enjoyed the tale.
Then came the second book which was nice, but definitely suffered from ‘middle book syndrome’… it was clearly drafted to be a bridge of some sort, and even though all that happened was pretty cool, I could see where we were going to end up with all this.
And now the third book. I said ‘holy fuck’ already, right? Because this totally did blow my mind. It was enticing, it had the feeling that everything was going to hell in a handbasket, the stakes were higher than ever and the writings and setups were cleverly done. I could also enjoy them from a writer’s point of view. It was obvious that Abraham had shitloads of fun with this book and it wouldn’t surprise me if he loved writing this one the most. The resolution of it all completely blindsided me, I hadn’t expected things to work out the way they did.
It left me kind of breathless – and there’s still one more book to go. “The Price of Spring” has not been released yet, however. Looks like I’m going to have to wait again. 