Game of Thrones

I was stuck for awhile reading an Epic novel. I mean epic in the classic sense, not the contemporary use to mean anything big. No, this was George R.R. Martin’s first volume of A Song of Ice and Fire, titled Game of Thrones. It was … big.

And good, of course. But not really my kind of story any more. Wonderful characters and I loved that, but also massive battle scenes and lots of details on the armour for all the major… male… players.

I’m not going to read the rest, but at least I feel like I’m less out of touch. I’m usually a day late and a dollar short, but mostly I don’t mind.