Book – A Storm of Swords: Blood and Gold
Author – George RR Martin
Year – 2000
Genre – Fantasy
Series – A Song of Ice and Fire
I have just written a review for the first half of this book which nicely encapsulates everything that I want to say about it. Here, in lieu of a proper review, I shall instead share with you a brief anecdote about the first time I read this book.
It was back in 2002 and I was at university just starting my first year. My housemate Adam was reading the series, but I caught up with him, and whenever he was out – socialising, having a girlfriend, all of the normal trappings of life that I was distracted from by Martin’s masterpiece – I would grab his book and cram as much as I could in before he got home, until I overtook him towards the end of the second book. Whilst reading this, the third in the series, I came to a particular event – one that those of you who have read the book will certainly know what it is – that was so shocking and amazing, that I had to put down the book and go for a walk. Never before or since have I been so surprised by an event in a book, or so emotionally involved.
It. Is. That. Good.
And to top things, because I was stealing Adam’s book, I couldn’t even talk to him about it. Although once we had read them, we made up for that alright.