I might be a terrible person, but this I usually do: when the entire world gets crazy about a book I haven’t read, automatically that book has been greatly overestimated.
I mean, seriously, what is all the fuss about?
I read Harry Potter before anybody in my classroom even knew it existed and I read The Lord of the Rings 50 years too late to be upset about its genius.
I read Twilight a couple of months ago and it proved my point (sorry, Stephenie…).
Then I read Game of Thrones during the last month.
I want to say that I hated it.
I want to say that I got bored and abandoned it after 30 pages.
I want to say that I liked the TV rendition better.
However, I can only say that it’s not as gruesome and rude as I expected. Only then I wouldn’t be a filthy liar.
Truth is, I loved every bit of it.
It’s long, true. It’s a bulky, big book of 800 pages that I carried around with no little difficulty.
Also, it got spoiled by the fact that I already knew how it was going to end (watched the TV series, guilty as charged).
However, I loved every bit of it.
Should I remind you of the plot? Wow, that’s quite a task…
Let’s just say that it’s set in the land of Westeros, where the King Robert Baratheon is called the Usurper and his brother-in-law and sworn knight Jamie Lannister is called the Kingslayer.
Kickstarter is the death of the Hand of the King. Although, was it a natural death as all want to believe? Or maybe he knew something he didn’t have to know?
Lord Eddard of Winterfell is going to be the reluctant new Hand and in King’s Landing he will maybe have the chance to solve the mystery.
In the East, exiled since children, the ‘legitimate’ Dragon Kings, Daenerys and Viserys Targaryen plan their fiery return.
Meanwhile, Winter is coming and forces are moving in the North, not so far beyond the Wall…
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