I am not sure how I missed this book for almost fifteen years because this is the type of book that I lived no growing up. I’ll chalk it up to having seven, five, and two year old children. A Game of Thrones is in the genre of Lord of the Rings, Chronicles of Narnia and perhaps most closely to The Once and Future King by T.H. White. Knights and valor abound with evil queens and betrayal. George R. R. Martin has created a masterful world where the game of thrones is played with real men, real thrones, real blood, and real intrigue.
“here is a tale of lords and ladies, soldiers and sorcerers, assassins and bastards, who come together in a time of grim omens…Amid plots and counterplots, tragedy and betrayal, victory and terror, the fate of the Starks, their allies, and their enemies hangs perilously in the balance, as each endeavours to win that deadliest of conflicts: the game of thrones.”
The imagery, both violent and sexual, is as brutal as the times so this is not for the little ones (buy them the Chronicles of Narnia). As this is book one of five (so far) the end isn’t necessarily the end, yet the prologue to the next book. The good news for me is that I have the other four books sitting here looking at me. This is a series that I am going to enjoy in pieces and savor so they last. That and because I found it un-put-downable and need to catch up on my sleep. I highly recommend A Game of Thrones.