Dance with Dragons by George R.R. Martin
Not a review but a liaison:
What can I say? Even after the myriad of pages – I still craved more.
I’m insatiable when it comes to these novels. I know that it is not seen by many critics as a good confession in a literary sense, but I'll happily proclaim that I’m enamoured with the Song of Ice and Fire. Martin is an incredible storyteller and I'm enraptured by his story's many threads.
Yes, the world is too big and overloaded with characters. But then again, the characters are captivating and the world is superbly drawn. Yes, Martin is fixated with words like ‘mummer’ but fans, like lovers, forgive, so we can overlook all those ‘mummers-this’ and ‘mummers-that’. And I am a fan, a massive one.
In terms of writing, I noted that most chapters end on cliffhangers, fastening you in place until those involved reappear down the track. Not a bad ploy when dealing with a novel of this length.
Like in the musical: Oliver Twist, all I have to ask of Martin is this: ‘Please George, can I have some more?’