Part Three: The Microwave Egg Boiler raises doubts about energy efficiency.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose above the broken mountain named Dragonmount. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.

I bought Book Eleven of Wheel of Time (the penultimate) when it came out in 2005 but shelved it at the time in order not to have to wait for Book Twelve (A Memory Of Light), which according to Wikipedia has been pushed back to early 2009 due to health issues. Now I read it anyway.

The main plot threads of the previous two instalments are mostly resolved in this one (Faile's kidnapping, Mat's marriage, Elayne's struggle for the throne; only Egwene' struggle for the Amyrlin Seat goes on.) The main story arc is also progressing, but probably a little too rushed (you get enormous Shadow armies appearing out of nowhere and being dispatched with over a few pages), and too casual (as the Last Battle is approaching, the world starts falling apart; but while the dead walk the land, the ground opens up to swallow people and buildings change their structure over night, this does not seem to have much of an impact on what anyone is doing).

Overall an enjoyable read, and next month Harry Potter will step up to ease the wait.