very, very, very long books.

I am finally (more than a year after it came out and I bought it) getting around to reading George R. R. Martin's A Feast for Crows. As you know Bob, this is a very long series and the individual volumes are taking a really long time to be written, so when this book came out I had to reread the entire series up to that point first, just to remind myself what was going on. I got stuck about a third of the way through volume 3 because I just couldn't deal with the grimness. Last week I finally finished it, which means I can start A Feast for Crows.

My attitude to the series has changed considerably since I first read it. I no longer care who ends up with the Iron Throne. I no longer care whether there is ever a Stark in Winterfell again. It would be nice to see Cersei die a gruesome and painful death, but I wouldn't be that disappointed if it didn't happen. I'm still reading because I still care what happens to some of the characters (unfortunately, mostly those who are not much appearing in AFfC) and because there is something that I really want to see happen in the end:

( I want the red priests to be wrong. )