
This month I was really absorbed by other things and put off reading A Game of Thrones until a few days ago. I bulldozed straight through it over the past three days – and boy, is that the wrong way to read this book.

This month I was really absorbed by other things and put off reading A Game of Thrones until a few days ago. I bulldozed straight through it over the past three days – and boy, is that the wrong way to read this book.

I’m not really a fantasy person. Or maybe I should say I’m only into fantasy if it’s a young adult book, and even then only if the book comes from an author I have been loyal to for years.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a classic novel often suffers the embarrassment of countless adaptations (and hideously misused opening sentences). Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice is a classic work that is still widely-read today despite being published in 1813, because while the setting is period-specific, the entertaining absurdities of Austen’s characters and intricate plot are timeless. It is no surprise that the novel has been adapted numerous times for books, movies, and television shows.

First, let me apologize for being so late in posting this review. In addition to the normal stress of Thanksgiving, my mom got married that same weekend, so there wasn’t a ton of time to finish this book or write a review. Trust me, it won’t happen again!

Our book for December is George R.R. Martin’s A Game of Thrones.