I don’t really have a lot of extra time on my hands these days, not even for reading, but I am so very, very tempted right now … very tempted.
Have you ever seen someone close to you really enjoying a book—enjoying it so much you want to join in on the reading of it?
Last week, my older son Sean said to me, “So, you said you have A Game of Thrones book?”
Why, yes. Yes I do. Along with the next three, as I’d bought a boxed set quite a few years back, before the fifth book in the series was released.
This series has been on my TBR for ages.
Well, Sean blazed through the first book in the series. Then the second book. And now he’s halfway through the third book.
I’ve actually been encouraging him to read them for ages, because he enjoys the series, and I also like to see him reading. I just never thought he’d take me up on it (he’d always say, “No, I want to watch it happen on TV).
I’m not sure what happened to change his mind, but change his mind he did. He’s been staying up until all hours of the night, just devouring these books. I just ordered the fifth book because I’m pretty sure he’ll be finished the fourth by midweek sometime.
When I ask him, “How are you liking it?”, he starts telling me how there’s so much more to the novels than in the series, and how he’s really enjoying all the extra things.
(And yes, I did say a few times, “I told you you’d enjoy it.”)
But now I have a dilemma. I really want to start A Game of Thrones now. But it’s over 800 pages. And book 2 is over 900 pages. And the chunkster status doesn’t let up with books 3, 4 or 5. I mean, A Dance with Dragons is 1152 pages long.
Anyone have some willpower they can lend me?