My Sister’s Grave was one of those books that appeared on my Kindle one day and I’m not really sure how it got there. I know I must have downloaded it at some point, but when or, more importantly, why is beyond me. All of which begs the question, why did I start reading it in the first place? And, now that I’ve finished it, was it worth the time? The answer to that first question is pretty easy. I always like a buffer in between books in a series. Having just finished Sanderson’s Way of Kings, I felt like some fluff would help me reset. The second question, well…

I first attempted to read The Way of Kings years ago, but for some reason I just couldn’t get my head wrapped around the massive world and its new lingo, so I bailed on it. That was a mistake. Fast forward to last night and I’m at 90% complete, it’s midnight and I can’t put it down. What a ride.