Golf.  Many people hate it.  I grew up with it, but without any discernible talent.  However, I love when pop culture events are put in the perspective of history, and this book has that in spades.  More than the four golfers, we learn their backgrounds, but also the larger history of golf and how the sport wasn’t always the money maker it is today.  The days when pro athletes weren’t ATMs.  Great stuff here for golf fans.

After all that jazz, after all that speechifying, essentially the power was there the whole time.  No grand destructions, no massive vengeance.  Just a lot of speeches and basically doing a deus ex Samsonite.  And while this is supposedly the end of The Sword of Truth, there’s actually one more book.  And by that I mean four more books.  Because Terry Goodkind’s theory is why say in one sentence or paragraph what you can draw out for four chapters?

You gonna come at the king, you probably gonna wear a crown.  In the world of teen dystopia, the Hunger Games and Twilight are king.  So naturally there are gonna be copycats.  And while I genuinely like the genre, and this one isn’t terrible, it just feels like a Dr. Thunder version of Hunger Games.  Plus too much time is spent mooning between the two lead characters.