So I could tell you that Jim Butcher’s White Night isn’t as good as the previous few volumes, that it felt a little lower-key and less intense, more akin to the earlier books. But really, if I did tell you that, what would you do with it?
It’s not like anyone who’s reading the series is going to stop doing so. And it’s even less likely that somebody who’s not reading it is going to have their mind changed in either direction because I report that book nine is merely very good instead of completely excellent.
So forget I said anything. Now, on to book ten.