I am so in love with this series now I can barely contain it. A Clash of Kings (Book 2 of A Song of Ice and Fire series) by George R.R. Martin improved on the already amazing first book in the series and engulfed me almost immediately. I can feel these characters and love living in this world with Mr. Martin. I cannot recommend this series enough to everyone and anyone who has not yet experienced them I know I am only two books in but I am trying to pace myself a bit as I have read and can empathize with the rantings of other fans regarding the pace at which the books are being written and released. Far be it from me to prod Mr. Martin into trying to rush what is obviously a process that works very well for him but I understand the reader’s desire to have all the books (and be assured that there will eventually be a resolution to the series).
So what is so great about these books? Well, the plot lines are intriguing and well-paced (although I have read others that feel there are sections that drag, I am not in that group), the characters feel real and well-developed and it is one of the most immersive reading experiences I have ever had. Martin’s world is so well realized that the reader never doubts that he knows exactly where every last tree in the land is situated as well as the numerous castles, keeps, villages, etc. As one can tell from my previous posts, I am really looking forward to the HBO series that is being filmed based on this series (unlike many others I loved Starz’s Pillars of the Earth miniseries) and HBO delivered with Rome so I think they can manage to capture something of this magnitude and have it come across the small screen.
I wanted to move right on to the third book but I feel the need to take a break and really want to read David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest so once I make my way through that behemoth of a book I will hopefully return for book 3 and 4 with hopes that book 5 will be released someday in the near future (fingers crossed). Until then, please enjoy some of George R.R. Martin’s amazing writing:
“Bad enough when the dead come walking,” he said to Jon as they crossed the village, “now the Old Bear wants them talking as well? No good will come of that, I’ll warrant. And who’s to say the bones wouldn’t lie? Why should death make a man truthful, or even clever? The dead are likely dull fellows, full of tedious complaints-the ground’s too cold, my gravestone should be larger, why does he get more worms than I do…”
I’d not call it sleeping. The ground was hard, the rushes ill-smelling, and my brothers snore frightfully. Speak of bears if you will, none ever growled so fierce as Brown Bernarr. I was warm, though. Some dogs crawled atop me during the night. My cloak was almost dry when one of them pissed in it. Or perhaps it was Brown Bernarr. Have you noticed the rain stopped the instant I had a roof above me? It will start again now that I’m back out. Gods and dogs alike delight to piss on me.
“If there are gods, why is the world so full of pain and injustice?”
“Because of men like you.”
“There are no men like me. There’s only me”
Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night’s Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.
Currently reading: Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace