I find myself annoyed by short chapters. This may stem from my childhood, when my mother would find me reading past my bedtime and I would beg for an extension "just till the chapter ends" and then the chapter would end on the next page.
But it's incredibly disruptive to me when the last sentence of a chapter immediately hooks up to the first sentence of the next chapter, repeatedly. I understand the use of chapter breaks for occasional suspenseful pauses, but in the current book I'm reading, I've grown tired of dialogue being cut into parts by a chapter break.
L.E. Modesitt had astoundingly short chapters in some of his Recluse books — less than a page, at times — but I remember him using them as scenes more than chapters. There would be a change of perspective or setting whenever the next roman numeral popped up.
I would go re-read The Towers of the Sunset (Creslin was on what I labeled my "D" list, for "delectable"), except I think it's undergoing anti-silverfish treatment, between the peas and carrots and the cinnamon bread. A pity — how many stories do you know where the hero skis away from his arranged marriage?
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