thehardkandy:

Some authors you read and it’s like “holy shit get moving already I want to know what happens”

And then Robin Hobb it’s like, after 200 pages of nothing, something finally happens and you go “PLEASE JUST FIVE MORE PAGES OF HAPPINESS. I WANT TO KNOW WHERE FITZ SHOPS FOR HIS SOCKS OR WHAT JAM REMINDS HIM OF THE FOOL”