I'm having palpitations. My BP is now probably through the roof. And I would've bitten my fingernails to the quick, if I actually had fingernails. (TMI: When I cut my fingernails, I cut them so short that my fingers often bleed. Bloody true story.) I've been holding off on watching the Game of Thrones TV series, as I really, really love the books. Because, as we all know:
100% true: TV episodes/movies ≠ booksBut I gave in last week, and I saw all 30 episodes of seasons 1 to 3 of Game of Thrones in a span of 5 days. And, for the life of me, I've never seen so many boobs and vaginas, slashed throats, incestuous and orgiastic coupling (man-woman, man-man, woman-woman), penis cutting, beheadings, horse riding, sword fighting, and what-not in those 5 days. I loved it! I was in hog heaven.
75% true: TV episodes/movies < books
All right, now I've resolved to go back to the books. I read the first novel of A Song of Ice and Fire, A Game of Thrones, back in 2003, if I remember correctly. Then the second one, A Clash of Kings, back in 2006. I started the third book, A Storm of Swords, in 2009. I believe I reached halfway through it, and then decided to just drop it. With George R. R. Martin's pace in writing the series, I think I have all the time in the world. Unless, GRRM dies before he completes it. In which case, it doesn't really matter, because that would be the end of the world for me anyway.
Now I'm back at page 1 of A Storm of Swords, this proverbial book with the notorious Red Wedding scene. So, sorting through my shelves and finding out that I have 2 copies—a paperback and a hardback! Woot! The hardback is a pain to lug around. I'd much rather have 2 pounds of food in my bag (that's 8 quarter-pound burgers!). Thank goodness for the paperback, right? Although, the paperback is still a brick in itself, but I know I can't be choosy if I want to get my fix. Besides, I need to reconnect to my literary family—the Lannisters. We don't mix with sheep.