A Feast for Crows

A part of me is seriously starting to feel like I live in Westeros and that I personally know Arya, Sansa, Tyrion, Jaime, Cersei and the rest of the crew. A Feast for Crows is the fourth very long book in the series by George R. R. Martin. I still like Book #1 the best. I still like Book #2 the least. I thought 3 was  a tad better than 4 because I got to read about ALL the characters and I felt like shit got done. This one drug things out a bit. It almost seemed like a whole new back story was beginning as he starts the book with a bunch of new characters that you don't hear about again until the very end.

So what happened here George? Did you change your mind on how this story was supposed to go and it just took on a life of its own or what? I swear every time I start to feel like the apex is approaching, I turn the corner and see another bigger mountain to climb. And I will admit that I was quite p.o.'d when Tyrion did not even make an appearance. George explained why at the end, but I spent a lot of time while reading building up some serious resentment.

I'm getting a little irritated by this series just for the fact that it's taking a long time to tell a very good story. And I really don't think it needed to be quite as wordy as he does it, but hey, he's the novelist not me. I will start book #5 next. I will finish it. I will probably like the twists and turns which he does a nice job of doling out. But I'm pretty sure that I'm going to be left feeling a little aggravated when the last book does not finish the story. I've already heard that there is going to probably be another book or two.

Good grief!

Bottom line: I wouldn't start this series unless you are a serious reader. They are good. They are addicting. They are long. I hope the HBO series continues for several more seasons as I am very much enjoying watching it!