Like the previous, a few good moments crushed by tidal waves of shit. Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of pages of battles described from a satellite perspective. Nameless Trollocs and nameless soldiers fighting and dying for so many pages it’s maddening and somewhat impossible to believe anyone thought this was a good idea. The end is interesting but unsatisfying, leaving many loose ends to this cyclopean mess. Overall, the text truncates and minimizes that which is compelling and rich, and force feeds growth hormones to the most banal and useless scenes and situations. A Memory of Light is like Crossroads of Twilight looking into a funhouse mirror. Plenty of action occurs, but it’s 90% redundant, tepid battle hogwash that just rolls the eyes. What a shame, a lousy final volume to a 13,000 page series that started with promise and grew increasingly lousy with each volume, a fresh promise of creativity and specific conflict in Book 12, then back in the lousy hole to end with such a whimper. God, I’m glad this is over.