I have joined the bandwagon and have started watching HBO’s A Game of Thrones. There’s no wonder to that, really, as I am a follower of their many shows, like True Blood, also based on an SFF series Dead Until Dark by Charlaine Harris. When I started watching I didn’t know that it was an HBO adaptation. There was just this one friend at twitter who kept mentioning it and I thought I’d give it a try. She recommended the book series and as I have been wanting to read a really engaging series, a fantasy one in particular, I instantly wished something like Fullybooked was just outside my door after starting to watch the show. I wanted to start reading A Game of Thrones right away. I need distraction from life again. Life’s been, well, life, with all its ups and downs. And one needs the right book for each happening, you know.
I was so excited to get the book and (of course!) the bookstore had everything from the four books of George R. R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire series that’s out but the first one, A Game of Thrones. (Great!) I was almost crushed. I was digging and digging in the shelves. Books Two to Four were plentiful but Book One, ZERO. So I either have to wait until they stock up, which I hope is not long, or I order, or I go to Cebu to get one, (or move permanently, like to Singapore with its amazing library–which reminds me that I have yet to post something from that trip,) or wait and read The Lord of the Rings series again like I have always intended to: in this way I still get to stick to my resolution of not buying any more books until the year is over because, by God! I have plenty of books and in the whole month of May I have only read Ivanhoe.
And this is my story for the day. The story that tells of my desire to be in a different world far, far away from here. Now.