I must be one of the few people that hasn’t read or watched the Game of Thrones. It’s not that I haven’t been interested. It’s been more like there were things more important to do, like blogging and writing.
I’ve had it downloaded on Kindle for a few months now and decided to start reading it on my trip to Portugal. Well…! I haven’t been able to put it down!
I won’t be watching the series anytime soon, not until I finish the books anyway. Che and I don’t have a TV preferring to stream our entertainment. Perhaps, after we’ve watched the whole of The X-Files and Frasier…maybe Game of Thrones will be on the list. We’ll see.
In the meantime I loved this passage from Book 1 of Game of Thrones, the Daenerys chapter, that I highlighted, that I loved:
“Dany could hear the singing of the red priests as they lit their night fires and the shouts of ragged children playing games beyond the walls of the estate. For a moment she wished she could be out there with them, barefoot and breathless and dressed in tatters, with no past and no future and no feast to attend at Khal Drogo’s manse.”
The word pictures in this passage paint a tangible wistfulness felt by the character wishing to escape the present.
Powerful.
Without a doubt 