I am in love with a dwarf
who comes from the dastardly House Lannister. I am smitten with the beastly direwolves
and have quickly claimed such a creature as my animagus in the Potter cosmos. I
am charmed by the feisty Arya, captivated by the kingly wisdom of her bastard
brother Jon, enchanted by the grace and strength of Daenerys... I can go on,
but why waste words to express such a love for the land and people of Westeros?
Like Buddy the Elf, I can’t help but twirl and shout my love in whimsical
euphoria. So where and when did I chance to meet such mesmerizing brutes and
heroes?
The answer begins with my
frequent gracing of bookstores. On one such trip, I bought the first book to
the saga A Song of Ice and Fire. Like an addict that relapsed, I delved into
the book and began chugging out 100-200 pages a night. I am still riding high
with the content of the book and I have not yet finished (it is an 800-pager)! It
is every bit as thrilling as an adventure through Middle Earth, Fillory, Narnia,
or Pellinor. The characters and settings are richly described. I can close my
eyes and transport myself to the top of the Wall and behold the mystery of the
unknown lands to the north. I feel a tingle down my spine as the words ‘winter
is coming’ is whispered by the wind and confirmed in my bones from the chilly
breeze. Reading is intoxicating to me. I'll keep you posted on this new journey.
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