It’s never too late to stop learning. To stop wanting to learn new things. In whatever you want to know things in. And there’s never just one way of seeking out new knowledge.
Let me just first say, this is not a review. Merely musings of my journey through this mahoosive book. Oh and I’ll keep the spoilers to a minimum. In fact, I don’t think there will be any. Though I can’t guarantee it. So be vaguely warned!
Where in Westeros do I begin with A Dance with Dragons? I can’t remember where it started. I have a vague memory of the core characters who were followed in this book. But in all honesty, it’s just the very ending and last couple of chapters that I can truly remember.
And that’s the main problem with the later books in the A Song of Ice and Fire series. George R. R. Martin spends so long with the details, he forgets about the plotting and pacing. Some chapters will feel so utterly slow and bogged down. Others will race by. Especially when shit goes down.
Plenty of that did happen here. But there are so many characters now floating around this universe that it’s hard to truly keep track of them and their intentions. Which side they’re on. How many sides are there now? I don’t know!
I can’t remember where the events at The Wall were left. I do know what’s happened in King’s Landing. (No spoilers, but FINALLY we have some consequences!) The events in Meereen were just taking the piss though. They went on and on and on. Then suddenly there was a bit of movement at the end and it felt totally rushed!
You know what though? However bored and frustrated reading this book got me, I don’t think I can ever not continue reading the series. Until its end. It’s the hope that it will get better and also the hope that I will finally be paid off with an absolutely epic ending that keeps me picking up the books.
Now, when’s the next book coming out?
After what I said, I have decided to take a short break from the Song of Ice and Fire series to read something a little lighter. I figured I’d be able to fit in a quick read of something different before getting back to Westeros. I think I might actually need the break.
So I started reading MWF Seeking BFF by Rachel Bertsche. As someone who doesn’t have anyone I could just pop over to (Any of my, BFFs would require a significant use of the use of car and/or train.) for a cup of tea or coffee and some trash TV. I figured, let’s see how this girl’s seeking out her local BFF in a new city.
It’s not a bad book. I’m nearly half way through and for the most part I’ve enjoyed it. It’s not the best written, but I didn’t expect it to be. There is one little thing that has been irking me as I read about her year-long search.
The author, Rachel Bertsche, seems intent on finding a female BFF. Another girl she can gab/bitch to about her husband, work gripes and etc. According to her, men aren’t capable of just listening to some, sometimes, inane ramblings. They can’t just sit and listen and not want to interject with something. Apparently, only women are capable of this.
I’m finding that a little hard to swallow. I’ve got (and had in the past) a couple of male shaped friends who can just sit and listen to me babble on. She cites various research papers saying only women are capable of this. Such an over generalisation! I’m not saying all men are the type who could listen, but there are some out there! Just finding the view to be more than a little bit sexist. No matter how many research papers she’s read on it.
Surely she should have widened her field to include men in her search? Well, I’m only half way through, so I could be jumping the gun hugely by writing all of this.
Finally. I’ve finished reading A Feast for Crows. That was a bit of a long and, sometimes, painful slog. I just kept reading and read, but nothing was happening.
I swear there was a section of the book with about three chapters, back-to-back, all being very long and being about meetings. Meetings about meetings. Meetings where things were discussed. But NOTHING came out of them. NOTHING. It felt like they were in there just to pad the book out a little bit.
Talking about padding, George, I really don’t care how many jerkins a man is wearing or what colour gown some lady is wearing. I don’t even know what a bloody jerkin is! The same goes for food. Yes, I get it. These people are feasting. Just get to the damn point.
As you might have been able to tell, I was getting frustrated. I stopped reading at night. I was just a little put off. But I knew I had to get the book finished.
Then finally! In the last couple of chapters, things started happening! Big things. Proper things. Plot moving things! Colour me all sorts of excited.
It was strange for the last ‘chapter’ of the book to be some sort of apology from George R.R. Martin. Well I read it as an apology. I wonder at what point he felt the need to explain why he wrote what he wrote.
Still. In those last couple of chapters he reminded just how good the series can be.
I want to go straight on to A Dance with Dragons, though I’m wondering. Should I take a small break from Westeros, The Wall, King’s Landing and the Lions? It’s not as ifA Dance with Dragons is going anywhere any time soon. Also, the quicker I finish that, the longer the amount of time will be until the next book’s out.
Chances are, by the time you read this, I’ll have already started A Dance with Dragons.
Oh and of course, it is highly, hugely likely that there will be spoilers for the TV show and books in the comments – so please be careful. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Because I did. Right here.
I haven’t read this much in a long, long time. I could put it down to my Kindle. But then that’d be unfair on the books. Which are impossible to put down. Combination of both?
Reading this much of George R.R. Martin’s books in a short amount of time has also made me ridiculously excited about the thought of a second season of Game of Thrones. The first season was so faithful to the books I’m looking forward to seeing how they handle the second book!
The best thing about starting to read this series of books after watching the first season of Game of Thrones? I can put names to faces! There are just so many characters that watching the TV show I was a little blasé about who was who. Now I know.
Now I’m off to grab some lunch and find a comfy spot in the sun to read on. I can’t remember the last time I got this stuck into a series of books.