These characters. These. Freakin'. Characters. 
 Who knew one could become so attached to a crippled torturer? A barbarian? A bald old wizard? 
 What can I say, I like my characters a bit rough around the edges, as flawed and as fucked up as can be. Our flaws are what make us humans interesting after all. 
 Even in the moments where the plot lagged for me, I still wanted to know these people. Hell, I could read a chapter on Glokta eating his porridge if it meant learning how he ticks, why he is who he is, and what more there is to that poor bastard. Even the pathetic nobleman, Jezal, has me hoping and wondering that maybe there's more to him, that only he'll find out by leaving his pristine status for an uncertain and dangerous future. 
 Fuck, I guess I have some more reading to do .... book two.