In 7th grade, a friend of mine handed me a book called The Eye of the World and told me that it was the first book in some series called the Wheel of Time. He told me that I absolutely had to read it. I shrugged, muttered an agreement, and proceeded to misplace it for about six months. When I finally stumbled across it again, I decided that I'd read it to see what the fuss was about.

Nearly thirteen years later, here I am.

(As a further note, the friend in question never read past the first book because he thought that they would be too addictive. Thanks a lot.)