I adored 1632 as a slightly drunk Happy Adventure that is so relentlessly, cheerfully jingoistic you either start tapping your toe to the marching band's rhythm or drop the hell out. However, its sequels are so much worse, and so bloated, they're not even worth trying after a couple of books (and if 1632 has one literary merit, it's zippy pacing).
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Date: 2014-09-17 10:49 pm (UTC)