This book broke my heart. This book still breaks my heart. </3
I have mixed feelings after I’m done reading this third installment of the only high epic fantasy I’ve ever read so far: angry, sad, happy, surprised, confused, frustrated. And that last one is because the ending is the ultimate cliffhanger, I know that I have to read the next book as soon as possible. I don’t know when I will be able to totally move on after the tragedy that is the Red Wedding, but one thing is for sure: I am still rooting for the Starks!
A Storm of Swords continues the suspenseful saga of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, with Joffrey Baratheon on the Iron Throne. Robb Stark still rules the North, while Lord Stannis attempts to claim his right as King, with the aid of a sorceress who worships the Lord of Light. The last of the Targaryens, Daenerys, is miles across the continent, claiming cities in her name and gathering a horde of armies to conquer and claim back the kingdom she believes is truly hers. Beyond the Wall, wildlings, the living dead, and other creatures of the dark, march their way towards the Wall intent to initiate a war and conquest of their own.
The book started a bit slowly for me such that I had to make three attempts in order to make progress. It hadn’t helped that the book itself is a behemoth; its size had intimidated me. It’s a good thing I started to read with reading buddies over at the book club, I had some moral support to go and conquer this humungous book. The legion of characters and their houses had confused me, but little by little, as I dutifully trudged along, I was able familiarize my self with them. When I reached the middle part, that is where things started to get pretty intense, I had to rein my self in lest I proceed all day and all night, to the prejudice of my health and sanity.
When I read the first book, A Game of Thrones, I promised my self that I will no longer get attached to any of the characters ever again. But how can I do that? Mr. Martin has created his characters in such a way that it would be difficult, if not impossible, not to care for them. Even those whom I initially hated, they turned out to be not too unlikeable after all, well, except for some who are really really bad, I wish to gut them, take their kidneys and livers out, and feed their intestines to the crows. What, you think me violent? Read the book and see how cruel and heartless Mr. Martin is with his characters. (Yes, my ranting isn’t over yet.)
If the Red Wedding made me scream bloody murder, the ending left me open-mouthed. That was absolutely a clever way to end the book. I had my vengeance, yes, but I still am not satisfied. Nothing will ever make me feel better after what happened to my favorite characters until it is clear to me that what happened has to happen. And I don’t care whether they’re only fiction, because I still am attached to the characters, and I don’t really learn my lesson.
So, with that, I am going to read the next book in the series next month (I’m going to have a really short breather by reading Gayle Forman’s Just One Day) and immerse my self in Westeros once again, at the risk of being heart-broken anew.
Alliances, betrayals, treachery, and murder. Read A Storm of Swords at your own risk.
My copy: Mass market paperback.