***Warning: subtle hints to the The Song of Ice and Fire that may be spoilers.***
It wasn’t Jon Snow that knew nothing. It was my family. I am a bit behind in my blogging. But in relation to The Song of Ice and Fire, I am on A Storm of Swords. I owe a book review for A Clash of Kings. I bring these books everywhere, in case I have a few minutes to read. Did I mention how I obsessed I am with these novels? This world? If I haven’t, my family knows. My language has turned a bit, um, medieval. My analogies always have something to with the events and characters in the Seven Kingdoms. For instance, Tim was explaining to the girls what monks were: how they took a vow of celibacy. And I excitedly said “Much like the men of the Night’s Watch and the Kingsguard”. A groan from CJ, who really is troubled by my newfound language. I swear fealty to no one!
Back to my book, A Storm of Swords. Sunday, we were on our way to Ganyard Hill Farms for our annual pumpkin patch adventure. It’s about a 15 minute drive so I delved into the world of Westeros. I am nearly 3/4ths of the way through and if you have read through this novel, you will understand this story. I am reading through Edmure’s wedding. I am definitely suspicious about all that is taking place (missing Frey’s throughout) and then? The most unbelievable events happen that change the face of the story. And there I am, in a car, with three people who have no idea of the magnitude that has just happened in my obsessed world.
I am in disbelief. I want to talk about it but Tim, being a fan of the show, does not know anything other than what has appeared thus far on HBO…which is BOOK ONE. I am on BOOK THREE! And none of this will ever be broadcast for years!!
I thought about just spilling the beans, because he just wouldn’t remember by the time the third series airs. But it’s pretty significant that I doubt he could forget…especially the way I would have told it.
So, alas, I am internalizing my shock. Reliving those significant moments I read in disbelief and horror. And continuing to elevate George R. R. Martin to a superhuman being. How in the world did he do this? I don’t care. I love him. I love Westeros. And I hate the Frey’s.