Not Cottoning to Sacketts

As any even less than savvy reading could tell by the two previous posts on the subject (here and here) I did not like Lando by Louis L'Amour.

It wasn't like I was going into the book with pre-conceived notions of greatness. I've read enough Louis L'Amour books to know exactly what I'm getting into, the problem was that this one took quite a while to get into what it needed to. It was as if the entire first half or two thirds of the novel was all just a build up for the last third. That's okay if the first portion can stand on it's own, I don't think this one did. It was weak all the way up to the very end then it became trite and silly.

I never read The Sacketts. I like the fact that L'Amour was able to build an entire family from which to jump off on many stories throughout many eras, but I just never cottoned to em. This, . . . Lando . . . my first foray into The Sacketts did little to compel me to read more about em. Like I said, maybe there's a reason I always eschewed The Sacketts.