Grief

I was in Berry & Peterson about two weeks ago. This book was sitting on a pile that was sitting on a set of stairs. It was thin and hardcover and beautiful so, naturally, I wanted to get it. It was sitting in a pile in my hands for the next 20 minutes while I wandered, looking for a Joan Didion book that I never found. I ended up leaving the book behind, but now I think I seriously regret that decision.

Sorry. I just saw "The Rains of Castamere" last night and, like everybody you follow on any social media site ever, I'm still grieving.

It seems that C.S. Lewis accurately describes what it's like to read/watch George R.R. Martin's work.