The wait is over. Kind of.

I mean, it’s over for other people, just not for me.

The final book in the Robert Jordan’s epic fantasy fourteenology (completed by Brandon Sanderson of Mistborn fame) came out today. I’m excited. I almost wish I were done with book thirteen instead of still buried in number nine so that I could participate in the festivities. And I’m not kidding, either. There’s even a big party in New York, but it would be wasted on me (and pricey, and I have family staying with me). This sort of thing may not come around again in my lifetime, at least not until George R.R. Martin finishes his Song of Fire and Ice.

On the plus side, by the time I reached A Memory of Light, it will be out as a $7.99 mass market paperback, same as all the other editions I’ve read.