… and I suppose first I need to tell a tiny story, you know, so you understand why I just now finished this book. I remember exactly where I was when I saw HBO’s first trailer for Game of Thrones. Sitting on the couch, watching something bullshit (Maybe season 1 of True Blood, before it became utterly unbearable?). I don’t remember exactly, but I do remember thinking: holy fuck, what the fuck is this? Sean Bean, castles, epic fantasy, all produced by a major premium network? Sign. Me. Up!
Not long into the first season–when I realized I was watching an instant classic–I learned it was based an ongoing book series written by the American, modern-day Tolkien (i.e., George R. R. Martin, of course). I thought, hmm, maybe I should break out of my phase of binge-reading historic non-fiction and give this series a shot. And that’s when I realized I was going to try something new, something unheard of!