This review concludes my thoughts on the series as a whole *with no plot spoilers for any of the 5 books*
It's been exactly 4 days since I've finished the last book of the epic fantasy series "A Song of Ice and Fire" known to everyone by the adapted TV series which carries the 1st book's name "Game of Thrones" and all that I can do now is to wait for the next one to be released, which is NOT an easy task! The books took me through this amazing journey in which I found myself really attached to the characters, suffering their agony, anticipating in their glory, screaming their pain and shouting their words out loud, it even grew to an addiction in the last book; to the point that I've been reading while driving to work, taking a 1000 pages book with me to the bathroom, dressing myself while devouring words and sniffing paper, chapter after chapter, I didn't even notice the page numbers until I had to sleep and put in a bookmark. The story is being told by a dozen of characters that involves a hundred characters that I've found myself remembering their names, their motto, their houses' names, their guards, their foes, their sigils, their stupidity, their cunning thoughts, their weapons, their dreams, their looks (hair/eye color, height and weight) and their complex personalities, it's like a tree with an endless number of branches that produces other branches not to mention the ancient roots that might have touched the core of the earth and if you look around you'll find that that tree has multiple trunks.
5369 pages of EPIC wars, slyness and evil plotting, broken dreams and headless corpses, fire and blood everywhere, frozen lands with nothing but grey and absolute darkness.
The strange aura that each character produced, the first line every single chapter opened with, the way every single word was chosen to close those chapters... Was captivating and truly satisfying.
It's not really easy to follow up all those names around the continents, but George R. R. Martin's genius made it possible, as if the events themselves weren't enough to look upon, he added prophecies, future visions and warning signs, to leave you on the edge of your seat (oh and how many a time I've fallen off that seat...) helpless against the tide of what's coming AND as if that wasn't enough, he left candy and chocolate bars between the lines, many took no notice of that and still got paralyzed by the twisted plot, and for those who did... Oh... OHHHH HEAVENS!
4 days have passed and I couldn't even force myself to pick up a new book to read, it was only today that I've decided to read one of the Narnia chronicles, and I can't tell you how many times I had to throw the book against the wall, even though it's to be considered under the fantasy genre.
This state of conscious dilemma went even further to the point of rereading the final 3 chapters over and over again (with one in particular which had a wedding cake between the lines instead of the candy...).
Fantasy has always been: good vs evil, elves and dwarves, a war for righteousness and justice with a simple set of characters, orphans and homeless kids that evolve into some legendary heroes by the end of the book but the way Martin does it is completely different. The world is sick; full with filth, death seems to be served for dinner, rape and corruption are merely a joke, a dog might be envied by a slave and religion is a lost cause. The characters are neither good or bad, if there is a word to describe them it would be "Real". Everyone is motivated by his own conscious and a twistedly horrifying sense of justice, following the story I became attached to murderers and rapers, smugglers and usurpers, mothers and honorable knights, going deep into their souls to touch their thoughts and speculate their subconsciouses and doubts, it's a terrifying experience that left me in a state of silence with thousands of thoughts in a flux of questions. A reluctant feeling, a cadaverous face, an annoying fear and a remnant of words.
I've been inspired, enlightened, and beguiled.
I don't really care who's going to sit the Iron Throne in the end, nor who's going to die next, I'll be satisfied if I can go back to westeros and peek into those frightening thoughts again.
Thank you, George R. R. Martin.
Oh and it's funny that Martin's new nickname is the "American Tolkien", because if Tolkien was alive he'd need to work harder to achieve the title the "British Martin".