Fulgrim

The first half of the book is a bit of a slog, and I struggled to keep going. That's half the reason it took me almost a year to read. (The other half is that I kept misplacing the book. This is what I get for reading a physical book.)

Allow me to save you roughly the first hundred pages or so. Fulgrim is great. Like. Really great. The best. Everyone loves him. Their breast swells with pride to even think of him. He's really good friends with everybody. And also perfect. The most perfect. The most best perfectest most perfectest best ever.

That's it. That's the first hundred pages. You're welcome.

If that's all this book was, I probably wouldn't have gotten much farther. I'm not sure I could deal with ~500 pages about how very perfect the Emperor's Children are, or strive to be. Or how very strong Fulgrim's relationship was with his various brother-primarchs.

Fortunately, it does get better, and the second half was truly phenomenal. Knowing everything I know now about Fulgrim, I think he's probably the most tragic figure in the 40K universe. And that's saying something.