If Game of Thrones readers would just take the TV series for what it is and accept that the main points of the season, although not as engaging as the first season, were made, they would enjoy the show so much more. Not everything will follow the book, but if you attempt to accept the show as an ADAPTED script of the book, then you have no choice but to love it. After all, where’s the fun in looking for the show’s constant missteps?
The third book is arguably the most captivating in terms of the bigger themes (a.k.a. marriage, love, family, politics) and I have taken this second season for what it was: a set up for a HUGE and extremely important third season.
Can’t we all just admire the boobs, hate Joffrey, admire Tyrion, and dream to own dragons together in peace?
Woo! On pace for my 52 in 52 challenge this year.
I don’t really know how I feel about this story. I was engrossed and fascinated with the idea and I understand what you’re trying to say about memory. Memory is fragile and there are many things in life that we take for granted until they disappear from our lives completely. I did, however, almost find the book a bit predictable at parts. I also didn’t find Christine as likeable as she, perhaps, should have been. Maybe that’s just me, but I wasn’t quite fond of her. In any case, it’s kind of like a soft Memento, but that concept may not be enough to keep people
I feel like you’re living the life that I really want to have. I wouldn’t want to be a Tina Fey, Amy Poehler or a Kristen Wiig, but I sure would love to be rubbing elbows with them and generally breathing the same air in an office several floors below them.
That is what you do and in this book, you write about life, friendship, boys, family and work, stuff that a person like you can just get away with writing about. If a normal person like me wrote about that, it would just be a pathetic, narcissistic blog. Or a pathetic journal/diary. Fuck.
There are some funny parts, but there are some REALLY, laugh-out-loud on the bus funny parts that are worth buying the entire book. More than that, there are moments where I looked up and around and wished I could share the quotes and essays with. Like the one about the romantic comedies, or the one about the things boys should own/wear/do and the one where she hangs out with Amy Poehler.
You’re smart, funny, pretty, and a great writer. This book proves it. Most of all, you’re real. You love comedy, admires the people I admire and is unabashedly humble whilst being hilariously arrogant. You’re who I should have grown up to be. Damn.