A Game of Thrones review

So I am fully aware that I missed a post last week, and it was not for lack of trying. Ever since I finished The Best of Me, I have been
mercilessly plowing my way through a book on the complete opposite end of the spectrum: A Game of Thrones.

I am once again going to wave my nerd flag and say that I love HBO's Game of Thrones. A friend got me in to it a few months ago, and I was hooked. No surprise, but I heard that they books were even better than the series. When I went to visit my dad in Tennessee two weeks ago, I decided to start the first of the five books.

In case I haven't made it clear before, books are my life fuel. My cocaine. When I go on a vacation, where most people see beaches and sightseeing, I see endless amounts of uninterrupted time to curl up with a book. The first day I was there I swung by the bookstore, planning to pick up something for the week. One hour and six books later, I was parked on the back porch of the farm, already diving into A Game of Thrones.

I was done for. I literally read almost non-stop. Ask my family. If I had a minute, I was reading. I read on commercials, I read while we set the table. I read with my morning coffee and before I went to bed. Heck, I even read in the bathtub. Despite all that reading, returned to Chicago only 450 pages into the book. Hence, the missing post.

I think that George R.R. Martin is a genius. I think that he is extremely, unbelievably talented as a writer. Time after time I was blown away by his imagination, and to put it all on paper that skillfully just boggles my mind. In my opinion, you have got to respect and admire this author and these books, regardless of your literary tastes.

It was fantastic.And mark my words, when I finish my next five books, I will be reading book number two in the series.

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