Not Second Book Syndrome

It’s probably about time I stared into the eyes of the elephant in the room, took its trunk in hand, and said, “Okay Helga, you win.”

This is not a post about “second book syndrome” where readers feel the second book in a series lacks the same power as the first. (Incidentally I believe the reader is largely responsible for the feelings associated with second book syndrome – but that’s for a different time.)

The previously unobtrusive pachyderm seems to have finally reached such staggering prop...