As is the case with many children, I was a picky eater growing up. There were a lot of things I simply wouldn’t eat. Meatloaf, for instance. I don’t recall eating it until I was in college, at which point I discovered a delicious dinner option that has been something I can throw out when I don’t feel like making something more complex. When I was young, I remember shunning it because “I didn’t like it.” That’s kind of what these books are, for me. […]
All the religions weren’t true, but they all had truth in them.
The Hero of Ages by Brandon Sanderson
