I finished this a while ago, but I have not had the mental energy and testicular fortitude to revisit it again untill now.
It blew. I liked the previous tale of Gilead for its melancholy, even if that too had its stale bits. This one, however, read like a bedtime story specifically designed to induce sleep, and the story withina story that it featured (like the previous book) added nothing to it, save perhaps an excuse for a very tedious style.
To sum up: Now Gilead, sad husk of an elf that he was in the first book is now basically fine AND he can kick as much ass as you could possibly have. His personality is that of a damp towel, but he makes up for it by being able to do anything. He has his faithful retainer, and an annoying cousin, and they fight evil, seemingly just out of some sort of ... Well, you get the impression that this is just what they do, much like birds flying South or planets orbiting, mold growing... all equally exciting, actually.
Pass on this book.
One star out of five. Sleep tight.