I am a bit of a freak for Game Of Thrones, which makes its return for a third season tonight on HBO. During the quote-unquote “off” time after last season, I got to see just how freaky I could get by turning to the books to fill the void, and I got more than I bargained for.
For the record, when it debuted back in 2010, I did not initially jump on the GOT bandwagon because I’m not a big consumer of what I thought was “the genre.” I never read The Hobbit, and I still haven’t watched even a single minute of any of the Lord Of The Rings trilogy.
But midway through that first season when so many people said so many good things, I gave it a chance, and I was hooked. Somewhere during the second season I swallowed the hook. I was every bit as invested as I was during my infatuation phases with previous HBO faves Deadwood and The Wire (probably my two favorite long-form dramas of all time).
Like any good addict who’s never really satisfied, I decided to forego the offseason wait and picked up the story in the George R.R. Martin books upon which the HBO series is based. Normal people, presumably, can just enjoy the afterglow of a complete season and bask in the anticipation of a new season come Spring.
But not me. I had to dive into the deep and gobble up the whole flippin’ story in a matter of weeks (17, actually, to get to the end of all the story Martin has published). [Read more…] about Winter’s Coming, My Ass! (or, my not-too-healthy relationship with Game Of Thrones)