
The time has come now for me to finally admit to myself that I have a problem. I am an addict. Yes, it’s true. I am addicted to the George R R Martin books A Game of Thrones.
I read the first in the series, that will eventually number seven very long and satisfying books, last year for a book club. After being intrigued by the first book, I got the second, and I am afraid it was a slippery slope from there. Onto book four now, and I’m showing no signs of slowing. Once I’ve read the fifth, I don’t know what I’ll do. Mr M hasn’t yet finished book six, and the seventh is thus far away too.
I am surprised that I have become so obsessed with the books. They really are not what I would normally read. But, the reality is they are beautifully written, filled with intrigue and humanity, and are utterly gripping. George R R Martin is a wonderful story teller.
Lots more people are getting into the books now since the TV series. I’ve only seen the first season so far, and it’s a pretty good adaptation, but if you want all the blood, guts, gore, tears and fear, I implore you to read the books.
Suggestions please as to what to do with my time once I’m finished though…