Let us rejoice brothers!

Let us rejoice brethren, because the last third of the fifth volume of "Game of Thrones" (sneer together) is finally in our libraries and by extension in our libraries! In good hardened groupie, I rush "A dance with dragons" right out to close a few days later, delighted, excited and somewhat irritated.

Why happy? For this fifth book in his talk as he fact that all is now fully translated combines all the elements that made Mount love the colossal saga of George RR Martin: a solid plot and controlled from start to finish, nuanced and tormented characters (Oh, Jaime Oh, Tyrion!), a style that is both rich and incisive, and especially this unique sweeping epic saga in the background fills and gives us the impression of seeing the true story, the big fall into place before our eyes dazzled. Nothing seems to be left to chance. No event seems forced or free. A lover of historical novels, I have yet seen little of writers achieve this with such virtuosity and still fires once my hat to Mr. Martin for his incomparable mastery.

Why excited? For even after five thick volumes like bricks, George RR Martin still manages to take me by surprise and make me squeal of shock and danticipation joyful in my chair. While the fate of the Seven Kingdoms seems all mapped out, na author keeps his plot twist in the most unexpected directions. New players appear on stage quon then no longer waiting, others disappear abruptly. Martin beats his cards, redistributes, bat again and so his game that it blurs we must await the final lines of lépilogue to understand all the implications of the events of that fifth book and their terrible resonance for the future. A future that sannonce bloody cold and exciting, as it should be

Why irritated? For the Sieur Martin is decidedly, and with all due respect I owe him a big bastard sneaky. With a resolute sadism, it connects the cliffhangers in the last chapters of his novel (and continues to decimate incidentally merrily its cast), giving us the impression roughly lorée to BE something Dantesque but we did find that in the next tome feeling both exciting but also quite frustrating. It remains Quà pray the ancient gods that "The Winds of Winter" is revealed to the expectations aroused Personally i hope you?