Entertaining the Alien

38. A Game of Thrones, George R. R. Martin

I'm so far behind... I've read three books since the Chabon. Let's start with this one.

Okay. Julie has been after me to read Martin since I've known her. One of these days I will recognize that Julie is good, Julie is wise, particularly when it comes to picking fantasy authors. Amazing world-building. Solid writing. Epic fantasy that manages to somehow not become a weak imitation of Tolkien or bloated with its own self-importance (Jordan, I'm looking at you, you wordy bastard).

I finished book one and immediately picked up book two, green with envy as a writer even while I was entranced as a reader. This is the best of all possible worlds, to be sucked into a story but able to analyze bits and pieces of why it works as I go along.