But I feel the party has just gotten started. I just finished A Dance With Dragons by George R.R. Martin tonight. I could go on and on about this book, but I believe I summed it up best and most eloquently when I closed the cover on the book after finishing it. Two words:
Holy. Fuck.
Let me repeat that with the proper emphasis:
Holy! Fuck!
First things first: I will not be spoiling anything about this book in this post. I sincerely want you all to enjoy the book as much as I did, and spoiling any part of this would be detrimental to that enjoyment. I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed a book as much as I’ve enjoyed this one, from the prologue to the epilogue, and every point of view character.
For those of you who may have been living under a rock these last 15 years, A Dance of Dragons is the fifth book in George R.R. Martin’s wildly popular A Song of Ice and Fire series, a fantasy epic set in the fantastical medieval world of Westeros, where seasons stretch on for years at a time, and life can be nasty, brutish, and short even for those of status. While the world is grim and gritty, it carries enough trappings of higher fantasy to appeal to readers of that genre, though it bears more resemblance to Tolkien’s Middle Earth than to a Saturday night game of Dungeons and Dragons.
The story is certainly an epic one, but the part that is the most enchanting, at least for this reader, is the characters. Incredibly well written, deeply personal, and deeply flawed, the characters are the greatest thing about this series. From the underdog of common birth that you root for to the good and honorable knight to the wicked noble that you love to hate to the savage brute of a man you’re waiting to see given his just desserts, Martin’s got all of his bases covered. Any writer could learn a thing or ten about writing characters from this series.
Anyway, A Dance With Dragons takes us into a world that has been shattered by a savage war, both in the series’s primary setting of Westeros as well as the eastern lands across the Narrow Sea. Many noble houses lie spent or wiped out of existence completely as the butcher’s work is finished on the battlefield’s and the dirty politics are played by those of status. The season’s are changing, and no one can deny that “Winter is Coming” along with all the worries that brings. Food stores are lean everywhere, and still the fighting goes on for control of the land. And even darker things may be coming with the winter snows, things of myth and legend that the world of man man is completely unprepared for, and may never be if they cannot put aside their differences and their treacheries.
Guys, seriously, give this book a read. If you weren’t a big fan of the fourth book A Feast For Crows I can promise you that this one will redeem the series for you. The fourth one dragged quite a bit for me, but this one picked up and moved from the beginning to the end and had me turning pages to keep reading instead of seeing how many more pages I had to slog through to get to the end of the current chapter (as I was wont to do with some of the POV characters in Crows). If you were turned off by the incredibly long wait between A Feast For Crows and this one, find it within your hearts to forgive Martin and give him your money for this one. I promise you won’t be disappointed with this one. True to form, it answers some questions completely, answers scores of others partially, and raises an entire host of new ones. I have no idea how Martin’s going to finish up this story in just two more books, but I will look forward to reading them in giddy anticipation.

