This
all changed when I rewatched the first two seasons of Game of Thrones
in anticipation of the third season starting in May, but unfortunately
watched them too quickly and left myself with a week gap of shaking
excitement before I could watch anything new. At this point I was
consumed by Game of Thrones, desperate to immerse myself in its world,
to find out any tiny detail the tv show might have missed, and horribly
unable to use Google for more information for fear of spoilers. So I had
to read the first book, titled A Game of Thrones to confuse people.
I've never been so excited to read something in which I knew every
single thing that was going to happen. It truly is a remarkable book.
I've spoken before, when I was reading the Hunger Games trilogy, of the
problem with a page-turner being that they're usually light on detail or
thought-provoking passages, but Martin seems to mix the two,
page-turning and thought-provoking, into a delicious cake that he's been
gorging on for the last twenty years, since he began the series.
The
depth in A Game of Thrones is staggering: tiny details are dropped only
to became major plot points a few hundred pages later, insignificant
characters are carefully given back-stories that may or may not emerge
in later novels, and there's even a whole recent history to the events
of the novel, that is only summarised but would make a great story in
itself. It's amazing to immerse yourself in what at times seems like an
alternative history to the world (but with dragons). It's huge, and
brilliant, and if you like the tv show and are thirsting for tiny little
extras you really should give it a go. And if you haven't seen the tv
show then you're a damn fool.
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