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A Dance With Dragons

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A Dance with Dragons by George R. R. Martin

Suggested By: Jason Sauer

Rating (out of 5): 4.5

Genre: Medieval Fantasy

My friend Jason and I have been waiting for waaaaaaaaaaaay too long for this book to finally come out in paperback, as neither of us likes hardback books. The book was published back in 2011 and they keep pushing back the paperback release date. Well, I finally couldn’t take it any longer and just HAD to purchase the hardcover edition and finally get to reading!

I didn’t really talk about it in my review of the last book, but A Feast for Crows was not an easy book to get through, mostly because the storylines covered in that book were mostly all the people that you either don’t care about in the series, and/or that you don’t like. I was highly anticipating finally picking up A Dance with Dragons to finally read about those people I WANTED to know about. And of course the book completely delivered. The author is notorious for killing off main characters. Well he’s also notorious for bringing back to life people who you thought were dead. Both people who were actually dead, and people who you thought were dead. The majority of the time he is killing off people, this changed in A Dance with Dragons. Throughout the book multiple people are “brought back from the dead”, which is so fascinating and makes the book so hard to put down. It wasn’t until literally that last 20 or so pages  of the book that the token people had to die.

Um. Like all books in this series, they were amazing. If you want more gushing about this series just read my previous reviews. If you haven’t read these books yet you are MISSING OUT. Hands down .

Favorite excerpts/lines

– The trees had grown icy teeth, snarling down from the bare brown branches.
– He could taste his true death in the smoke that hung acrid in the air, feel it in the heat beneath his fingers when he slipped a hand under his clothes to touch his wound.
– And around about then, the darkness gulped him down.
– The map lay between them like a battleground, drenched by the colors of the glowing sword.
– Ahead, shadows began to steal between the trees, the long fingers of the dusk.
– The last of the food that they had brought from the south was ten days gone. Since then hunger walked beside them day and night.
– Sleep opened beneath him like a well, and he threw himself into it with a will and let the darkness eat him up.
– “My old septon used to say that books are dead men talking. Dead men should keep quiet, is what I say. No one wants to hear a dead man yabber.”
– . . .  but her thoughts kept turning back to Slaver’s Bay, like ships caught in some bitter wind.
– Outside the wind was gusting, making the flames shiver in the oil lamps that lit the yard. It had grown colder since the sun went down, but Davos remembered Eastwatch, and how the wind would come screaming off the Wall at night, knifing through even the warmest cloak to freeze a man’s blood right in his veins.
– Clouds streaked the sky like tattered banners, grey and white and torn.
– Pale stone arches marched off into the fog…
– He sensed knives behind some of the smiles.
– The trees were huge and dark, somehow threatening. Their limbs wove through one another and creaked with every breath of wind, and their higher branches scratched at the face of the moon.
– South of the bridge the river opened up to embrace the briny sea.
 
– Exhaustion finally overwhelmed his pains, and Tyrion drifted off into a fitful sleep.
 
– “If I take you off the ring, will you do as you’re told?”
“Will it involve dancing? I might find dancing difficult. I cannot feel my legs. They may have fallen off. Elsewise, I am your creature.”
 
– “You have a healthy appetite this morning,” the knight observed.
“I’ve heard the food in hell is wretched.”
 
– “So the bastard boy sends me out to die.”
“Die”, cried Mormont’s raven. “Die, die die.”
You are not helping. Jon swatted the bird away.
 
– The thought came unbidden, seizing him with iron teeth….
 
– Devan fed fresh logs to the fire until the flames leapt up again, fierce and furious, driving the shadows back into the corners of the room, devouring all her unwanted dreams.
 
– She walked as close to Jon Snow as she dared, close enough to feel the mistrust pouring off him like a black fog.
– “So Selaesori Qhoran means Stinky Steward, more or less?”
Fragrant Steward, rather.”
Tyrion gave a crooked grin. “I believe I will stay with Stinky. But I do thank you for the lesson.”
– Light entered as a trespasser, unwanted and unwelcome, and soon was gone again; cookfires, candles, and rushes burned for a little while, then guttered out again, their brief lives at an end.
– They sang in True Tongue, so Bran could not understand the words, but their voices were as pure as winter air.
– The pink snow drifts were going white again, the color leaching out of them as the world darkened. The evening sky had turned the faded grey of an old cloak that had been washed too many times, and the first shy stars were coming out.
– There was an old man on the ground a few feet away, moaning and staring up at the grey belly of the clouds.
– Before midday a dozen fires were burning. Columns of greasy black smoke rose up to stain a merciless blue sky.
– Dany pushed the thought aside. It was not worthy of her.
– …his lordship had said in that soft voice of his, a voice made for lies and whispers.
– A smile danced across his face.
– The voice had been as faint as rustling leaves, as cold as hate.
– Once outside the godswood the cold descended on him like a ravening wolf and caught him in its teeth.
– Even here in this half-frozen lichyard of a castle, surrounded by snow and ice and death, there were women. Washerwomen. That was the polite way of saying camp follower, which was the polite way of saying whore.
– So immodest was her garb that the white knight seemed uncomfortable looking at her, but Hotah approved. Nymeria was least dangerous when nearly naked.
– Oberyn was ever the viper. Deadly, dangerous, unpredictable. No man dared tread on him. I was the grass. Pleasant, complaisant, sweet-smelling, swaying with every breeze. Who fears to walk upon the grass? But it is the grass that hides the viper from his enemies and shelters him until he strikes.
– Behind them lightning stabbed down from the sky, blinding purple bolts that danced across the sea in webs of light.
– Wet winds howled around them and waves rose like the fists of drowned giants to smash down on their decks.
– He pushed the door open and led them out into a long vaulted tunnel, where mighty granite pillars marched two by two into blackness.
– Stannis looked at her as he might look at a dog who presumed to hump against his leg.
– That brought the ghost of a smile to her lips.
– They were following the Widow’s Wash when they ran out of day.
– Rusted hinges screamed like damned souls when Wick Whittlestick yanked the door wide enough for Jon to slip through.
– So Daenerys sat silent through the meal, wrapped in a vermilion tokar and black thoughts….
– Henceforth, she must keep him out of her bed, out of her heart, and out of her.
– A fair bargain, Hizdahr said, but the taste it left in the queen’s mouth was foul. She drank another cup of wine to wash it out.
– The red sands drank his blood, the wind his last words.
– The little shards of sleep that they had allowed her turned into razors, slicing at her wits.
– Her world had shrunk to a cell six feet square, a chamber pot, a lumpy pallet, and a brown wool blanket thin as hope that made her skin itch….
– …agony so intense that his words turned to bile in his throat.
– “Place was overrun with rats when we moved in. The spearwives killed the nasty buggers. Now the place is overrun with spearwives. There’s days I want the rats back.”
– Clouds covered the sky from horizon to horizon, and warmth fled.
– Some men had faces that cried out for a beard. Ser Clayton’s face cried out for an axe between the eyes.
– Her ankle stabbed at her with every step.
– Cunt again? It was odd how men like Suggs used that word to demean women when it was the only part of a woman they valued.
– Down here the steps grew narrower and steeper, but the girl had run up and down them a thousand times and they held no terrors for her.
– The queen walked on, clad only in gooseprickles and pride.
– As the afternoon melted into evening…
– The night crept past on slow black feet.
– The rusted hinges let out a pair of screams, for all those who might have slept through the breaking of the lock.
– Quentyn edged forward slowly, moving the torch from side to side. Walls and floor and ceiling drank the light.
– He would need to burn them eventually, no doubt, but for the nonce they were bound with iron chains inside their cells. That, and being dead, should suffice to hold them harmless.
– “He’s dead, Drink.” Yronwood rose to his feet. “Words won’t fetch him back.”
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May 23, 2013 at 8:25 pm

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Stranger Than Fiction

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Stranger Than Fiction by Chuck Palahniuk

Suggested By: Me

Rating (out of 5): 3.5

Genre: True Stories (Journalismish)

Now here we go Chuck! I was starting to doubt you and your abilities! After too many not good books by the guy, things are getting better finally!

While he is best known for his fiction, this book is comprised of personal reflection stories and a slew of articles he did for different magazines covering odd stories and interviews of certain celebrities. From guys who build real castles here in America, to an interview of Marilyn Manson. The stories are 5 to 20 pages in length and are written in that awesome Palahniuk style.

Both I and my husband breezed through this book while vacationing on the beach all week long. Definitely the perfect beach book read.

Favorite excerpts/lines

– A mutual quest that would keep you together with other people who valued this vague, intangible skill you valued. These are friendships that outlast jobs and evictions.

– And all day, the ballroom at the Airport Sheraton is buzzing with talk. Most of the writers here are old – creepy old, retired people clutching their one good story. Shaking their manuscript in both spotted hands and saying, “Here! Read my incest story!”
A big segment of the storytelling is about personal suffering. There’s the stink of catharsis. Of melodrama and memoir. A writer friend refers to this school as “the-sun-is-shining-the-birds-are-singing-and-my-father-is-on-top-of-me-again” literature.

– As a white man, you can live your entire life never not fitting in.

– The worst part of fiction is the fear of wasting your life behind a keyboard. The idea that, dying, you’ll realize you only ever lived on paper.

– It’s such a chick thing to think life should just go on forever.

– “None of those people wanted to be in the situation they were in, but they had a certain impatience with stupidity and ephemera.”

– “Friendship is what really resolves and mitigates loneliness while not compromising the self in the way that loves does, romantic love does.”

– His voice is so deep and soft, it disappears behind the rush of the air conditioning.

– “I want to do a line of toys called ‘The Better Tomorrow Toys.’ They’re going to be designed so that if a child had an IQ below a certain level, they wouldn’t survive the toy. So you week out the gene pool at a young age. Stupid kids are not nearly as dangerous as stupid adults, so let’s take them out when they’re young. I know it sounds cruel, but it’s a reasonable expectation.”

– Good theater and social commentary had to mix week with commercials for soap and cigarettes.

– I was twenty-five years old, and the next day I was back under trucks with maybe three or four hours of sleep. Only now my own problems didn’t seem very bad. Just looking at my hands and feet, marveling at the weight I could lift, the way I could shout against the pneumatic roar of the shop, my whole life felt like a miracle instead of a mistake.

– When it comes to being attractive and fun to be around, I just can’t compete.

– Your little chunk of your heart, the little first novel you wrote, your heart gets slashed 70 percent, and still nobody wants it.

– Because most times, your life isn’t funny the first time through. Most times, you can hardly stand it.

– By then Alan and his cancer were both dead.

– The books I write are my overflow retention system for stores I can no longer keep in my recent memory.

– Worse than that, written information can’t teach, according to Thamus. You can’t question it, and it can’t defend itself when people misunderstand or misrepresent it. Written communication gives people what Thamus called “the false conceit of knowledge,” a fake certainty that they understand something.

– Everything is funnier in retrospect, funnier and prettier and cooler. You can laugh at anything from far enough away.

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May 23, 2013 at 8:24 pm

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Beautiful Creatures

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Beautiful Creatures by Kami Garcia & Margaret Stohl

Suggested by: Jerrica Leonard

Rating (out of 5): 2

Genre: Tween Fantasy

While sitting in the theater watching the previews for Breaking Dawn Part 2 with my good friend Jerrica who I had seen ever Twilight Midnight Premier with (pause for breath), the preview for the Beautiful Creatures movie came on. The images were stunning, the visual effects were amazing, and I quickly told Jerrica we would have to see that together. She proceeded to tell me she had read the book and it was good, and I should read it. Fast forward to after I have read the book and I have a strong feeling that the movie (that I haven’t yet seen), will hopefully be way better than the book.

Based on what I saw in the preview, I had originally thought that the book was going to be from the young dark haired girls perspective. Interestingly enough it was not. Instead I was surprised to begin a story about a young high school boy having weird dreams about a girl he does not know. Ethan Wate lives in the deep south and like most teenagers he doesn’t feel like he fits in with the rest of the town.

Lo and behold the girl from his dreams shows up as a new kid in his small high school where everyone knows who everyone else is (sound familiar at all?). Lena is the niece of the town shut in and werido, which results in her being an outcast. But of course Ethan is drawn to her for some unknown reason. Despite Lena’s warnings about how she’s “different” and probably won’t be around much longer, Ethan befriends her and eventually they start to have strange interactions, including a crazy encounter with a necklace in a backyard (pause, if you’ve read this book, someone smack the author’s in the face for calling that thing a “cameo” the entire effing book, it’s a NECKLACK!). Eventually it comes out that Lena and her family are “casters” (witches and other “evil” creatures), and on her 16th birthday she’ll be claimed for either good or evil. Of course they fall in love though and they both try to find a way to stop her from being claimed for evil.

My qualms with the book were the very very very very young writing style. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy reading books aimed at younger audiences, but I can tell …. kiddish writing when I see it. Twilight was at least written at a high school level; I feel like this book was written at a middle school level, meaning I would have been reading it in like 2nd grade. Heck at 5th grade I probably would have found the writing style of this book too young for me. The book had some neat plot twists, but you could always see them coming. While the visuals were very neat in the book, some of them were way too unbelievable. Like when Ethan wakes up from a dream and he’s covered in dirt because he dreamed he was saving Lena from falling in a pit. What teenager wakes up from a dream like that, covered in dirt, and doesn’t get freaked the hell out?! I also found myself not respecting the characters and their decisions. The authors would have the characters make life decisions and act like it was how things just had to be when in all reality that were just crappy life choices. I just couldn’t find even one character in the book that I liked.

I think the story was a neat idea, but the execution was poor. According to my friend who recommended the book to me, she did say that the sequels were really bad and not worth reading at all. If you have a teenager though who likes Twilight stuff, this would definitely be a good read for them.

Favorite excerpts/lines

– Link had a one-track mind, like most guys. The difference was, Link’s track led directly to his mouth.

– Lena Duchannes didn’t speak to me again, not that day, not that week. But that didn’t stop me from thinking about her, or seeing her practically everywhere I tried not to look.

– Only this time she was talking to me, and somehow that made everything different. Not bad-different, just terrifying.

– The flames reached into the sky, pushing forth massive fists of smoke, swallowing everything in their path.

– It felt good to have someone I could talk to, without editing everything I said.

– Tiered crystal chandeliers were dripping from the ceiling.

– Those were the “ifs” that kept me from making a fool of myself.

– It had made sense when a beautiful girl was saying it. ….. a girl who burns me and shocks me and shatters me with a single touch.

– I didn’t say anything to Lena, but with Amma I was lost. And without Macon, I knew Lena couldn’t even find her way to lost.

– His eyes were narrow, his lips rounded to form sounds that hadn’t had a change to escape his lips.

– Darkness, real darkness, was something more than just a lack of light.

– There was something comforting about spending the day with women whose only magical powers were forgetting their own names.

– The music crawled up from her hands and out into the room, moving through the air like another one of her undiscovered powers.

– She kissed me back. The snow fell harder, dripping off us. We were practically radioactive. …. She nodded half-heartedly, and snuggled inside my arms. I could feel the calm beginning to spread between us.

– If you could imagine the color of anger, it had been splashed over every wall. Rage, or something equally dense and seething, was hanging from every chandelier, resentment woven into thick carpets padding the room, hatred flickering underneath every lampshade. The floor was bathed in a creeping shadow, a particular darkness that had seeped up into the walls…. Absolute darkness.

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May 23, 2013 at 7:35 pm

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Cloud Atlas

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Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell

Suggested by: Mass Media

Rating (out of 5): 2.5

Genre: Fiction with a hint of Science Fiction

I need to stop reading books just because the mainstream says they’re awesome. Sorry to sound so hipster, but it’s really true. Unless a fellow reader (and I mean a fellow reader that I trust, not the people on my Facebook who love 50 Shades of Gray), suggests a book to me, I need to just stay away and not waste my time. I devote a lot of time and energy and emotions into reading; so when I read a book I don’t care for it can be quiet upsetting. Needless to say I picked up Cloud Atlas because it was all the hype with the TV, Internet and News due to the recent release of the movie version. While this wasn’t the worst book ever, I can see why the mainstream liked it. It was kinda like Great Gatsby in a sense. (Don’t get me STARTED on Great Gatsby).

So. The book has a great concept. It follows 6 lives of a reincarnated person. Somehow each life happens to obtain documentation or knowledge of their most recent previous life; but it’s more like they suspect that person is them, but don’t really care or investigate.  The first half of the book tells a portion of each life (starting from the oldest),  cutting off at an interesting part; only to come back in descending order after the sixth story, which seems to be the last “life” of the person.

The author stayed true to the “time periods” of each life as each language style was different. This unfortunately caused me to really struggle with reading the book though (especially in the beginning), as it’s really hard to understand what “wh’l then we cat’rd dowyn” means. True, hooked on phonics gets you there, but let’s be real, I don’t want to have to work that hard to read a book. It should flow, not struggle.

Thankfully there was a really awesome Asian Science Fiction life that kept me captivated. That was definitely my favorite part of the entire book, other than the overall neat concept.

While I didn’t exactly looooove the book, it wasn’t horrible. It was just a struggle to get through the book due to the writing style. Other than the Asian portion every character just pretty much complained about how horrible their lives were and constantly felt like they were failures, etc. etc. I hate pity parties, ESPECIALLY in written characters. Those two things combined are why I did not enjoy the book that much. Let’s just say though, that if you liked 5o Shades of Gray, or The Great Gatsby, or other media endorsed books, you would probably like this book. That sounds kind of harsh, but it’s not meant to be. Not everyone loves to read as much as I do, this book is good for those who like to read an occasional book every year or so. The end.

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May 23, 2013 at 6:44 pm

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Grimm’s Complete Fairy Tales

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Grimm’s Complete Fairy Tales by The Brothers Grimm

Suggested From: Me

Rating (out of 5): 4

Genre: Fairy Tales

I remember when I was a teenager and the internet was brand new and I discovered that the fairy tales I knew about from Disney movies were not the true fairy tales as they were told. I scoured the then sparse internet for the true fairy tales and found only a few. I have since then wanted desperately to be able to read all of the Grimm Brothers fairy tales. – So on Black Friday when out shopping with my mother, I was beyond belief excited when I spotted this large 600 golden lined page hardback book, containing the complete collection of the Grimm Brothers fairy tales.

Many people don’t know that fairy tales were not originally beautiful with happy endings. In all reality fairy tales were used to teach lessons to children, and for the most part those lessons were not all butterflies and princesses. While for the most part there were always kings, queens, princes and princesses involved; this was due to be comprised in an age where those were common and the best possible “reward” for good behavior was to be royalty.

The book starts with a forward introduction to the Grimm Brothers and fairy tales themselves. You learn that the origins of almost all fairy tales are unlinkable due to having been passed down through the ages only verbally for hundreds, possibly thousands, of years. The Grimm brothers loved fairy tales and were some of the first to document these fairy tales and distribute them to the masses. Interestingly enough some fairy tales as written by the Grimm Brothers were previously recorded before them by other authors. The Grimm Brother’s versions of these tales are a bit more…. gruesome, but the Grimm Brothers believed that those fairy tales that they re-wrote had been watered down by society and wanted to return them to the form which they believed they had first been told in.

Reading through the fairy tales bring back so many memories from childhood, learning about and seeing these fairy tales in movies and on TV. It’s just that….I don’t remember as many people being tortured and killed. Of course, nowadays it would be completely unacceptable to tell your child a tale about how children who don’t remember to make their beds are left out in the woods for the wolves to eat them or for strangers to capture them and torture them, while back in the time these were written, a threat like that would be quickly obeyed.

This is a wonderful book that I thoroughly enjoyed reading, and purchased for multiple of my friends who I knew would also love to read. The book is comprised of 201 Fairy Tales and 10 Children’s Legends. It’s over 600 pages long and took me quite a long time to get through. Considering that I’ve been working long long hours recently, it was nice to have this to read throughout that as I could finish a couple fairy tales a night, and didn’t have to feel like I was forgetting the plot line to a book due to not being able to read as much. If you loved fairy tales growing up, or ever wanted to know their true source and how they truly were, this is a definite must read.

Favorite Excerpts/Lines

– Before long they came to a cat, sitting on the path, with a face like three rainy days!

– But Snow White was growing up, and grew more and more beautiful; and when she was seven years old she was as beautiful as the day, and more beautiful than the Queen herself.

– “Is that all?” said the fox. “I am master of a hundred arts, and also have a sackful of cunning. You make me sorry for you; come with me, I will teach you how people get away from the hounds.”
Just then came a hunter with four dogs. The cat sprang nimbly up a tree, and sat down on top of it, where the branches and foliage quite concealed her. “Open your sack of cunning, Mr. Fox, open your sack,” cried the cat to him, but the dogs had already seized him, and were holding him fast.

– “Heart alive! What can one desire more?” said the servant to himself, and went merrily onwards.

– “Heaven defend us!” cried the Jew, “his lies are as thick as flies upon the wall.”

– In the evening, when the sun had turned into gold, Hans finished his boat, and all that was wanted for it.

– The larger birds held out longer, but none could equal the eagle, who mounted so high that he could have picked the eyes out of the sun.

– The room was perfectly clean, as if the little mist men, who carry no dust on their feet, lived there.

– The giant was so terribly alarmed that he could not close an eye all night long for thinking what would be the best way to get rid of this accursed sorcerer of a servant. Time brings counsel.

– Just as she was about to fall on the maiden and take her away, the youth seized the old woman with both his hands, raised her up on high, and threw her into the jaws of the fire, which closed over her as if it were delighted that an old witch was to be burned.

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January 18, 2013 at 5:28 pm

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The Dark Tower

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The Dark Tower and Other Stories by C.S. Lewis

Suggested from: Me

Rating (out of 5): 4.5

Genre: Science Fiction (and others)

I randomly came across this book in a Thrift Store, and was intrigued because I had never heard of it before even though I pride myself in being pretty well versed in all things C.S. Lewis. Reading this book was a complete and utter tease, and left me almost upset.

Along with some short stories, there are two long-ish stories in this book which were the beginnings of books that were left unfinished. The Dark Tower and After Ten Years.

The Dark Tower was originally supposed to be the sequel to C.S. Lewis’ Science Fiction trilogy, coming after Out of the Silent Planet. He started The Dark Tower, but eventually wrote Perelandra instead. Perelandra is one of my all time favorite books and I believe the best fiction book written by C.S. Lewis, but oh how I wish that the Dark Tower was completed. According to the Preface written by a friend of C.S. Lewis’, Lewis mentioned The Dark Tower to his writing buddies The Inklings (a group of friends, including J.R.R. Tolkien), but eventually told them he was unable to write more and never finished.  The man who wrote the preface found a large stack of papers of C.S. Lewis’ at his house shortly after Lewis’ death and beginning of The Dark Tower, as well as the other stories in this book, were among the papers. Portions of the story are missing, and this and other stories in the book stop before finishing. While it is incomplete, I believe The Dark Tower is one of C.S. Lewis’ greatest stories of all time. In it Ransom, his character from his Science Fiction series, is approached by some colleagues about a breakthrough one of them has had where a parallel universe have been discovered and can be viewed.

After Ten Years is a story about Helen and Menelaus after the fall of Troy, starting with the Trojan Horse event. This was must less to my appeal, but very well written.

There is one other short story in the book that really caught my attention. It is called The Man Born Blind and tells about a man who was born blind, but gains his sight back, and is struggling with seeing “light”, that infamous thing that everyone spoke of while he was blind, but which he cannot understand now that he can see.

I feel so cheated that The Dark Tower was left unfinished, and I wish so much that this amazing story was finished. Part of me wishes that another author would pick up where Lewis left off and complete such a fascinating tale. I will always wonder how Lewis would have finished the story, and it will bug me the rest of my life. But I’m happy I got to read it and at least get a glimpse of such a mind stretching, neat, indescribably fascinating story.

Favorite Excerpts/Line

– He kept this eyes off Helen. What should his eyes say to hers? Yet how could they say nothing?

– For that dim and mostly comfortable picture of a future which hovers before most men’s eyes had vanished.

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January 18, 2013 at 4:46 pm

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A Feast For Crows

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A Feast For Crows by George R. R. Martin

Suggested from: Jason Sauer

Rating (out of 5): 4

Genre: Medieval Fantasy

Okay, so you have to cut me some slack now on these books, I keep reading them so quickly back to back, and there is so much to be covered in all of them, that honestly, I’m starting to lose track of what storyline was covered in what book. And that all is even harder to convey because I don’t want to give away anything vital since these books are so awesome and if you do read them, I want you to be as shocked and surprised as I was.

Book 4 in the Song of Ice and Fire series, A Feast for Crows, picks up where Book 3 left off. The kingdom is still completely at odds with itself, yet now things are really starting to fall apart. The kings that were originally fighting for the kingdom are no longer present or alive. The story stops focusing on the evil coming from the north though, and mainly covers what is happening in Kings Landing, which is where the main castle is. A new king in the sea is trying to conquer the land and the entire seven kingdoms Kings Landing is attempting to respond, but is also trying to deny a certain family line from gaining more toes in the throne, and so they are responding slowly and not with enough force. A few random incidents are also covered which will obviously spur on future larger storylines.

Annnnnd, that’s all I’m giving up. It was good. You need to read these books. That is all. : )

Favorite excerpts/lines:

– No mortal man could frighten him, no more than the darkness could . . . nor memories, the bones of the soul.

– The rising sun had painted the tower tops a vivid red, but beneath the walls the night still huddled.

– She had to have gone elsewhere . . . but elsewhere is a big place.

– The wind tugged at her cloak, insistent as a ghost.

– She patted Needle’s hilt for luck and plunged into the shadows, taking the steps two at a time so no one could ever say she’d been afraid.

– Back out in the Hall of Lamps, the mourners buzzed about them thick as flies, eager to shower her with useless condolences.

– “You know I have no other woman. Only . . . duty.”
She rolled onto one elbow to look up at him, her big black eyes shining in the candlelight. “That poxy bitch? I know her. Dry as dust between the legs, and her kisses leave you bleeding. Let duty sleep alone for once, and stay with me tonight.”

– Dareon had not been much a swordsman, Sam knew from their days training under Allister Thorne, but he had a beautiful voice. “Honey poured over thunder,” Maester Aemon had once called it.

– “When you smell our candles burning, what does it make you think of, my child?”
Winterfell, she might have said. I smell snow and smoke and pine needles. I smell the stables. I smell Hodor laughing, and Jon and Robb battling in the yard, and Sansa singing about some stupid lady fair.

– “… and pain sawed through her like a hot knife.”

Or did he do it to escape me, to wash out his dishonor with his life’s blood?

– Alayne was an older woman, and bastard brave.

– “She has a mouth as big as her thighs, and her thighs are enormous.”

– Ser Osfryd shuffled through the warrants, as wary of the words as if they had been roaches crawling across the parchment.

– Jamie called after her, but already she was moving away, her skirt whispering lullabies as it brushed across the floor.

– When morning broke the snow was ankle deep, and deeper in the godswood, where drifts had piled up under the trees. Squires, stableboys, and highborn pages turned to children again under its cold white spell, and fought a snowball war up and down the wards and all along the battlements.

Written by tinkypears

November 15, 2012 at 2:17 pm

Posted in Book Review