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If reading ‘A Clash of Kings’ was a wade through mud (a waist-deep one in addition), ‘A Storm of Swords: Steel and Snow’ is  where I got out of this muddy lake and found a clean water reservoir in which I could refresh myself.

‘A Clash of Kings’ seemed a bit like a prologue to the occurrences in ‘A Storm of Swords’; it was long, boring, spiked with even more boring descriptions… nothing fancy. It was a build-up, I know, and somehow it made me appreciate ‘A Storm of Swords’ even more. Because reading the latter is like flying.

In ACoK I grew to despise Theon with all my heart. I really did put a lot of hatred into my thoughts while reading his chapters. This projection did come with a reward in the end.

Davos’ chapters were extremely boring, I couldn’t stand them to the point of flipping through his POV’s pages. With the airing of the first episode of the second season I came to realise that I might experience a reversal of a sort, since something similar had happened to me already (namely: my TV!Jon and TV!Sansa hatred vs book!Jon and book!Sansa love). As in: really appreciate Davos in the TV series. Guess what? I love him to death.

However, ACoK did have its good points. Renly Baratheon, for instance. Who doesn’t love Renly? The snarky, Robert-like comments, his unyielding faith that he can actually do everything. Cat vs Jaime. Cersei. Sansa, my poor Sansa. Tyrion exuding epicness left and right. Too bad Tyrion has resorted to thinking with his penis at such a terrifying frequency, though. It also had Jaquen H’Ghar. The guy has instantly become one of my favourites. I do hope Arya gets to meet him soon.

ACoK was not at all that bad. It just didn’t quite do it for me.

‘A Storm of Swords: Steel and Snow’, on the other hand, earned its epicness points for feeding me with Jaime’s chapter straightaway. And I must admit, the guy’s amazing.  I’m really looking forward to his chapters every time I grab the book. The insight into his relationship with Cersei (which, with the passing of time, I found less and less incestuous – I just no longer see them as brother and sister, since the idea behind this is just too powerful – but that’s just me), how he treats other people, especially Brienne. How genuine he is, how he doesn’t even try to hide anything. His head is a wonderful place, really.

I’m only halfway through the book, so I can’t really write a proper review. I will, though, as soon as I’m finished. My expectations for ASoS were pretty high, and so far it hasn’t disappointed me.


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 Cecily Cardew and Gwendolen Fairfax are both in love with the same mythical suitor. Jack Worthing has wooed Gwendolen as Ernest while Algernon has also posed as Ernest to win the heart of Jack’s ward, Cecily. When all four arrive at Jack’s country home on the same weekend—the “rivals” to fight for Ernest’s undivided attention and the “Ernests” to claim their beloveds—pandemonium breaks loose. 

Only a senile nursemaid and an old, discarded hand-bag can save the day! [snagged from Goodreads]

Let me tell you one thing: this is the most delightful and hilarious play I have ever had the pleasure of reading.

It is a humour-packed mockery of the best kind, the one that attacks the tenets imposed on the Victorian Society, the ever-present matchmaking process , the snobbery and, of course, hypocrisy of the Victorian people.  Last year, when I was writing my Master’s thesis I stumbled upon this particular book in a bookstore. I instantly latched onto it, read the synopsis and knew all at once my dissertation would greatly profit from it. I had no idea I would profit as well. Prior to reading it I spent my days immersed in books on Victorian Society, the societal analyses, books on females in Victorian fiction, the Victorian history, books by Thackeray, Dickens, Disraeli… The Importance of Being Earnest was a breath of fresh air: not only did it serve as a relaxation factor, it also made me fall head over heels with Wilde’s writing.

This play’s an insightful fast-paced read, Algernon is – to my mind – one of the most adorable and lovable protagonists ever, the girls are fantastic and Aunt Augusta is a perfect example of the Victorian snobbishness. Not only that – the book  almost in its entirety is deliciously quotable. It also lacks the seriousness that represents the majority of Victorian works. Which alone makes for a very entertaining adventure.

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Stephen King, to my mind, has mastered the skill of storytelling. Even though some of his books and short story compilations I regard as ‘meh’, there are a couple of his works I consider masterpieces… Masterpieces, even. Throughout my life I have read 31 books by this wonderful, ingenious man, and I cannot express enough gratitude for having been able to do that. If anything, he has taught me to be brave in my writing. He does not shy away from depicting the worst things and people, the goriest occurrences, the darkest demons that dwell within his characters’ heads. He conceives a multitude of subplots that are eventually combined into one epic plot, and he does it well. What strikes me as one of the most fascinating things a writer could do is intertwining the worlds about which he’s writing. A female character from Desperation can be found in Rose Madder, for instance. A symbol of the turtle emerges in several works of his. Everything is interconnected.

Originally, I was supposed to compile a list of my favourite novels, never narrowing them down to one author. However, later on, it dawned on me that I should do this instead. My favourite novels by Stephen King, that is.

1. The Dark Tower saga:


This particular saga has changed my life. The first book is, honestly, one of the worst books I have ever stumbled across. Nevertheless, if one wants to delve into the series, one has to give it a try, no matter how tedious the task may be, no matter how muddy the water you’re wading through. It’s not good. In actuality, it may be considered one of his ‘fail’ works, although some claim otherwise.

The rest of the saga is absolutely PERFECT, so no fear, young padawans, if your desire to join me in my fangirling and utter bliss ignites, recall my words: it gets SO MUCH better.

2. The Tommyknockers:

This one I had to approach twice. Initially, I decided – after being about 20 pages into the story – that I wouldn’t poke it with a 50-mile stick. My godfather insisted I keep on reading, and I’m immensely glad I listened to him. If you’re looking for a fantastically developed story with rising suspense that will forever keep you at the edge of your seat, this one’s for you. I couldn’t recommend it enough.

3. Lisey’s Story:

Lisey’s Story may, as a matter of fact, be one of the most beautiful, unadulterated love stories ever written. Tragic to boot, with vivid imagery, the world of Boo’ya Moon and the things two people in love shared together. Coupled with the elements of horror it is a feast for both an eye and the soul.

4. Rose Madder:

An amazing female lead who decides to take life into her own hands after she’s had enough of her husband’s abuse – she runs away from home. We accompany her through all the changes she undergoes, we keep cheering her on, we want her to be the happiest woman alive because she deserves it. And the husband comes after her. So we, the readers, want him to suffer the cruelest of deaths and Rose to punish him for everything he’s ever dared do to her.

5. Under the Dome:

Just for the record, indecisiveness is my middle name. I had a hard time choosing the fifth book because of From a Buick 8. It’s equally brilliant, and has an ending I fully enjoyed. However, Under the Dome is the winner, even though the ending is not exactly the most riveting thing on Earth.

It is the sort of a book that will force you to read it, no matter how exhausted you are. It is the sort of a book that will make you squirm, cry, will make you prone to bouts of outrage every now and then.

And keep you entertained till the very last page.

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I hereby vow not to buy anymore books until I have read every single one out of these two stacks:

Now, this task is bound to prove difficult, as I am on a constant bookhunt. I must stay strong, for the greater good.

At the moment, I am making my way through A Clash of Kings. Deeming the first installment inThe Song of Ice and Fire series a masterpiece I quite possibly set the bar way too high. This one’s pretty good, however not as gripping as A Game of Thrones. I do hope it gets better further on. I will also make an attempt at writing a review for this one. Much fangirling over Jon will undoubtedly ensue; same goes to Sansa. These two hold a special place in my heart.

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