Robert Jordan was born in 1948 in Charleston, South Carolina, in a house built in 1797. He was a graduate of The Citadel, the Military College of South Carolina, with a degree in physics. He served two tours in Vietnam with the U.S. Army; among his decorations are the Distinguished Flying Cross, the Bronze Star with "V", and two Vietnamese Crosses of Gallantry. It was the report of his sad death, aged 58 on September 16, 2007 that caused me to look back through his books and in particular the tremendous Wheel of Time series
This is the first book in an adventure that covers thousands of pages, more probably than even the author envisaged. Robert Jordan's series just grew and grew. I loved all of the books and this first one is like the cream on top of the cake, it makes you want more and more. The books themselves are large volumes, several hundred pages each and there are almost a dozen of them, so you can understand the enormity of the task the author had set himself.
Some of the previous reviews reflect the differing tastes of readers. Some say that this epic series went on too long, others loved it and cried for more. I think I was somewhere in between. To me they were what I would call mood books. By that I mean I would read anything up to half a book and then maybe leave it for a while and read something else. Not something I would normally do with a book but with the Wheel of Time books, the plot always seemed to stay fresh in the mind and the thread could be picked up again several days later, or even longer.
Apart from Terry Goodkind's Sword of Truth (another epic fantasy) and of course Terry Pratchett's offerings, fantasy is not the first thing I would pull off the bookshelf, but these books seem to break all boundaries and I remember them and the author very fondly. Robert Jordan R.I.P.