I've become strangely attracted to this series. Fine, it seemingly started as another Tolkien rip-off with magic rings, faux-Mordor (Mount Thunder... bleh), vargs, a wannabe-Sauron with his hordes of ugly monsters and other tosh, but it soon took its own path. And it didn't turn out bad. I'm too busy to write a novel-length review, but here are some points I enjoy:
1. The main character is an anti-hero. This makes the plot awesomely unpredictable, as the reader cannot be certain whether he'll mess it all up or actually manages to perform something good. Even till the fourth book, Covenant cannot fully master his powers, which leaves room for character development. While I often wanted to smash his teeth in in the first two-three books, he gradually manages to become softer and more sympathetic, and in this installment felt like much, MUCH less of a bloody selfish coward. Seriously looking forward to the continuity.
2. Giants. FINALLY someone depicts them as the wise, long-living characters they're supposed to be in the older Norse-Finnic mythologies, instead of the usual lumbering oafs too thick to separate left from right. While Saltheart couldn't be precisely called 'handsome', First of the Search (giantess) is at least described as beautiful. According to Kalevipoeg and other relevant folklore, the Nordic giants were 'the fairest of men', and I've truly wanted to see someone upholding this standard. I was slightly hopeful with Harry Potter when Madame Maxime emerged, but this soon turned into annoyance and yawning. Yup, moar of those damn gruesome, low-browed bumblers.
3. Language. Having a mother tongue a zillion times more complex and colorful than English, I often get bored with the latter's simpleness. I seriously don't understand this ongoing trend about calling anything even minutely out-of-ordinary 'dictionary raep'. In my opinion, that's just an indirect way of telling, "Whoa, that's, like, a big, scary word, like, jus' thar. I dun wanna, like, learn nuffin', like, new! Them dik-shu-naa-rees is fer, like, like, pussies." No wonder so many people in, ahem, a certain country don't even bother to learn to spell their one and only native tongue properly.
When I read, I want my brain to get a little bit of exercise. One such means is discovering new words and thus extending my vocabulary. Donaldson's frequent similes can get tiresome, but he at least has the guts to transform your gray, mundane English into something a dash more animated. It's lamentably hard to find authors that create works interesting in both ways: language and plot. I've ravened most of Tolkien, Pratchett, Waltari, and some other rare writers capable of this, and hopefully have found something of the sort now. Well, I'm not through yet, but so far I haven't headdesked or gnashed my teeth. Much. :P
It has its Sues, but so does A Song of Ice and Fire. Guess you never can get fully rid of them.
On the topic of colorful language: nope, don't recommend me Paolini. I don't want to find out once more how exquisitely, elaborately slanted Arya's sculpted eyebrows are. :P