I just finished reading A Dance with Dragons, the fifth book in this epic series of books. And even though there are still two books and so many unanswered questions left, I am just so glad to be free! Finally! Free from the madness of thousands upon thousands of pages. The entirety of August and September were monopolized by this saga of a billion pseudo-medieval characters. Characters, who George RR Martin had no qualms about viciously murdering on a regular basis. By the end, I was all “Yeah. You’re dead? Right. Who’s next? Whatever. You’ll probably just end up being a zombie anyway.”
I’ve so over glutted on these books I can’t even form an opinion about whether or not I liked them. They were addictive, that’s for sure. I absolutely could not stop. I read into the night. I read first thing in the morning, before I could spur myself out of bed. I read while walking through downtown San Francisco to get to work.
There’s a tv show of the first book that I’d love to watch, but it’s on one of those fancy channels.
So in the interim between now and the availability on Netflix, I will make do with these fancy illustrations from the Fire and Ice wikipedia: