This made time for reading.
My favorite book of 2012 wasn't the best written, wasn't the most exciting, and wasn't the most respectful of my wholesome spirit. None of that mattered when you have characters like Tyrion Freaking Lannister. This little man exemplified all that is perfect about Game of Thrones - characters who are cruel and loveable, beautiful and confused, courageous and doomed. Also, ale.
I started book one over the summer. House, pets, and spouses were neglected until I finish the fourth in the series. I held out on investing in book five because it's hardback and we're not the Gates family, but a few handy connections and pdf conversions made it possible for me to finish book five last month. These characters and their stories have consumed my every thought. (Exaggeration. Not every thought. But seriously, if I spoke about direwolves every time they popped in my mind, I would lose friends. Good friends. Friends who put up with my deep and eternal Harry Potter love.)
I'm not a fantasy weirdo and dragons don't do it for me, but man oh man, Thrones has consumed me. Print a character tree, a map of Westoros, and get your literate butt reading.
