Rating – 4/5 stars
Date Finished – August 28, 2017
73/120 in 2017
Publication Date – 1996
Book #1 in A Song of Ice & Fire Series
This is a re-read, and boy do I love these books. George RR Martin is truly a master at writing about everything except for one thing: women having sex. Sadly, there are many cringe-inducing sex-related moments, especially when told from a woman’s perspective.
That aside, this book is masterful. I love the world, the way that Martin builds each of his storylines, and the tiny, intricate detail that goes into each character and scene.
I’m a total goober who watches the HBO show and also listens to a bunch of podcasts after each episode, and one of my favorites is called Binge Mode (it’s so good). The hosts, Jason and Mallory, talked about the purpose of fantasy in a recent episode, and they said it better than I ever could:
“Fantasy’s role is to create a world where the howling absences and random tragedies of life have hidden meanings. It’s to fulfill that childish desire, hopefully still alive in all of us, all of you. A crippled boy becomes a powerful sorcerer. A bastard becomes a king. Broken things heal with newfound strength in ways we never expect. We all inhabit these interior worlds of unspoken dreams and fears. A great fantasy story lets us share those worlds in a way that feels thrilling, but safe. Sad, but also hopeful. In real life, words fail us, all the time. Every day. There’s things you want to say to people that you just never say. For your whole life. In fantasy, life-long bonds are forged wordlessly with dragons and owls and wolves. And these tales are a way to meet profound grief wrapped in the armor of imagination.”
I love fantasy. And this series is a beautiful example of the genre.