With less than a month to go before the second season premiere on April 1st, I am suffering from a serious attack of Game of Thrones fever. And the only cure is more GoT. Which is why I’m starting to read the books. Ah, Screen Adaptations, you dastardly fiend! How many times have you lured people into reading the original source material, eh? Will your pagelust ever be sated?
I’m not a quarter into the first volume and already I’ve cried three times. This, to me, is a marker of a great book. It has to either make me cry tears of sorrow or tears of laughter, and I am satisfied. Yes, it is that easy to please me. This rating system isn’t always fool-proof for every medium however. I mean, I’ve cried during Adam Sandler films, so what does that tell you?
As an aside, I like that George R. R. Martin, the full-bearded writer of one of the darkest epic fantasies of all time, has a blog on LiveJournal — a place better known for being the den of bickering fandomers, online teen drama before the advent of Facebook, and celebrity gossip. (I say this with love, as an LJer back in the day.) Even more bizarre, he’s a fan of the Jets. Say what?
