I was looking forward to the continuation of an exciting story that seemed to be slowing down. Instead I found myself in the epithomy of womanhood as perceived by a very macho, egomaniac, superiority complex type of writer. Much to my chagrin I had to leaf page after page reading fake girlish bickering looking for a resoolution of some conflict. Instead all was a mess of events. Did somebody edit the book as to make it more structured? Is Robert Jordan exploring his feminine side and oblitarating it? Is he writing only to fill pages hoping the quality of his first three books will carry him over a few more titles? That, ladies and gentlemen, is what was in my mind at the end of the book, and not at all the fate of any of the characters who have become mere cartoons in a mire of sameness. I only which there were minus stars to rate this book.