Once again, I let the strange haunting web of The Familiar entangle me. Always 800+ pages in length, this story weaves itself like Cloud Atlas or the Netflix series Sense8. Strange and wonderful and confusing as hell, I get excited watching these nine seemingly disparate story threads slowly, glacially coalesce. Any time there’s a brief connection, I thrill. And with TWENTY-FOUR more volumes ahead, I’m ready for the next one. Even if I have to wait until summer 2016.
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