Here's the thing. These books are faintly ridiculous and certainly overlong. But it's a fun ride, as well. This is not quality literature by any stretch of the imagination, and that's ok. It's escapism in its truest form, and honestly, as long as it keeps me entertained, I'm not really asking for more than that.

A lot happens in Voyager, and it doesn't all make sense. I'm hoping Gabaldon explains more in the Outlander Companion (volume 1), but I have to read Drums of Autumn first before I can read that, because spoilers abound. I don't care for the cliffhanger this one ended on, but I suppose that's just how DG rolls.