What is so freakin' good about Game of Thrones? I mean the book, not the tv show, which I haven't seen, but I have read about 2/5 of the actual novel. It is testimony to my appreciation of critics I admire that I have stuck with it thus far as to my mind it's confusing (too many characters and why should I care?), badly written (every time he gets a bit stuck he just shoves in a whole bunch of rambles about what happened tens of thousands of years before, presumably this relates to the days of old when knights were bold and toilets weren't invented), meandering, and stylistically totes irritating (this parallel universe stuff where the names are slightly differently spelled, etc; actually this borders on a kind of racism in places; the gypsyesque warriors and so on; the distant savage tribes with all those Ks in their names). Anyway, I'm on the edge of my seat throughout, wondering whether the next page will be the one where I throw the whole thing down never to retterne to ytte.
Or maybe it'll suddenly get good, though the 300 pages I've read so far have not set a precendent.
