I guess I wouldn’t be upset if this were a $2.99 book. It’s not even a book really. Just a short story.

I once had a dream where I was waiting in line. I don’t even know what I was waiting for, I just stood there behind a bunch of people for hours. I woke up from this dream exhausted and frustrated that an opportunity for something magical was wasted on something so mundane. This is how I felt reading this book. It contributed nothing to the bigger story, was painful to read, and in my eyes made Auri less interesting than what I had imagined given the mystery surrounding her in the real books. I really liked the first two books and thought any extra insight would be interesting, but this book did not contain it.

Wonderful. Thank you from another who is not quite proper true inside.

Everyone collects something. Perhaps it’s a thing, perhaps it’s nothing, because even that is something to be collected. My favorite things are weirdly shaped. Sometimes, those things defy expectation, but to me, those things are expected. Auri is clever, sweet, innocent, and broken. That being said, I adore her. She’s weirdly shaped, and her story is perfect, so I collected it. You may not like weirdly shaped things. That’s okay. But, if you’ve ever wondered how you can see the name of things, Auri’s perspective and her narrative will tell you. If there were ever a crash course on “what is naming” at the University, Auri’s words would outclass Elodin.

Hard to believe that someone who wrote such great books as his first two could write some thing so utterly meaningless and uninteresting.