Sigh.
I finished "A Feast for Crows" (to give it it's flawed yet correct title) a few days ago. I'm now waiting for the next time I see one of my two friends who've already read "A Dance With Dragons" so that they can lend it to me. It's agonising.
More agonising than trudging through "Feast" (which in my opinion was way weaker than "A Storm of Swords") only to find out that I have to wait for the next book to catch up on Tyrion's escapades.
In the meantime, I'm settling into some of the True Blood books, as I really enjoy the series. So far they are MUCH lighter (and crapper) than the TV show. But after being immersed in the "Song of Ice and Fire" series for so long, it's actually quite pleasant to read something that requires no brain power to process.
It's like an enema for my mind.
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