My family has just moved house, and unpacking the endless boxes of books has reminded me of the sheer amount of fantasy we have. Guy Gavriel Kay's Fionavar trilogy. Trilogy after trilogy by Robin Hobb. Piles and piles of Steven Erikson. Joe Abercrombie. It's everywhere, there aren't enough shelves for it. We're drowning in triple-deckers.
I was mildly comforted, then, by a new graduate study of film and book trilogies: three-volume novels, it turns out, get better (at least in terms of reviews), while film trilogies get worse (ditto). Perhaps that's why our house isn't slowly collapsing under the weight of DVDs.