I am done dancing with dragons


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!

A Dance with Dragons

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?

A feast for crows? More like a cheap Chinese buffet


A Feast for CrowsFinally. 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.