What has happened to this series. It used to wonderful and thrilling and full of adventure but now it’s almost dull and boring and full of food. You know, Mr Martin, if words really are wind then I’m afraid this dreary book of yours will be blown away rather easily.
Don’t get me wrong, I still enjoy the series, but when you compare Game of Thrones to this one you’ll find there is no comparison. It’s like trying to compare Harry Potter and Twilight, books and eBooks, Blondie’s One Way or Another and One Direction’s version. Continue reading
One day, I went into Waterstone’s. Having missed my bus and needing to pass an hour until the next one turned up (as well as needing to take my mind off a seminar I had to give the next day), I wandered innocently into the store anticipating the usual glance over.
I found my way to my usual hangout, the science fiction/fantasy shelves (I fail to see why they’re mixed together, they’re completely different genres) and the orange and black book cover instantly caught my attention. It seemed so enigmatic, there was no clue as to what it was about except the title Wool, and judging by the blurb there were no sheep in it. Continue reading