First, let me be clear about exactly which Terry
Brooks books we are talking about. Bjorn and I recommend the first three,
the original trilogy, consisting of The Sword of Shannara, The Elfstones
of Shannara, and The Wishsong of Shannara. Do not waste your
time with the rest. These three are excellent examples of high fantasy.
The meanest thing I would say of them is that the are a poor man's Tolkien,
the archetypes stolen without the depth and grandeur. A different take would
be that Brooks distilled the essential adventure from Tolkien, without the
weird songs. Remember, many people have tried to write great fantasy adventures
and failed. Brooks succeeds. I first read them at age 13, and at that age,
these books captured my imagination, and still own their own little corner,
somewhere between the part of my brain which enables me to scratch my armpit
and that part which can integrate sine (which part is more useful? I think
the former).
Since writing this I've been told to give the sequels another chance, and the newest one did hit the top 5 on the New York Times bestseller list, but I can't do it. Reading the newest attempt by David Eddings to milk the Belgariad for yet more money made me a bit nauseous and I don't think I could handle more Brooks. There' s just so much other new stuff to read that second- and third-generation reflections of the original don't interest me.