Much to Bookman’s happiness I finally finished reading Storm of Swords by George R. R. Martin over the weekend. It is the third book in the Game of Thrones series. The third season of the television adaptation is currently airing and is probably almost done by now.

The book is fantastic. Epic fantasy. Swords. Secrets. Mysteries. Dragons. Good. Evil. Good masquerading as evil. Evil masquerading as good. A page-turner and edge of your seat sort of book. The kind that makes you yell out, “No!” in public places and makes you late in getting back from your lunch break.

I think one of the characters, Tyrion Lannister, sums this book up best:

It all goes back and back, Tyrion thought, to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us, and one day our own children will take up our strings and dance on in our steads.

The sins of our fathers (and mothers) and all that. Just about sums it up.

The writing and plotting in these books is excellent. But one of the things I admire most about Martin is that he isn’t afraid to do what must be done. With such a sprawling series there are many characters who readers are bound to like. A lot. And Martin is not afraid to kill them. In fact, I was wondering at one point why all the characters I liked were always the ones to get killed and none of the ones I wish would get killed did. Martin wisely understands there is only so much any dedicated reader can take and tosses out a bone when you least expect it.

I realize this tells you nothing about the book and that is good if you haven’t read them but are thinking of reading them, not so good if you have no idea what they are all about. Sorry.

So last night Bookman and I watched the first episode of season three, and bah! was it ever boring! And wrong! There were so many wrong things in it I lost my voice saying “that’s not what happened in the book!” Sigh. Hopefully the episodes will get better, but even if they do, they are still not the books.