Giant Thief

DNF - page 72

The book started off well enough. I mean, a cocky thief steals a giant (and some jewels) right out from under a warlords nose. It tickled my funnybone. But then we're treated to the duo escaping from the camp. And escaping from the riders on horseback. Then they split up. You take two characters that have hardly interacted with anyone else for the last thirty pages and split them up and my already waning interest is gone.

I flipped ahead and for over a dozen pages, we're just following along after the hapless hero as he...escapes? I don't know. But he doesn't interact with anyone. You see, this is my problem: as much as I love fantasy, too much fantasy is the ‘lone hero wandering through the world'. I'm sick of it.