A week ago, I started watching Game of Thrones (yes, I am slightly slow, thanks for asking. I just thought since everyone was gushing so much about it, it was more likely a mass delusion rather than actual quality. WRONG). It is Monday now, I started watching it last Sunday and I’m just about to watch the very last episode of series three (so yes, I was completely heartbroken a few hours ago when I saw the infamous episode. I don’t want to talk about it).
I was very pleasantly surprised with how much I enjoy it in general, mainly because I normally don’t like high fantasy for the simple reason that many writers seem to take great joy in how very clever they are with world building, and forget to create compelling characters and interesting storylines. GoT manages to have them both, and that ties in to another point in its favour – usually when there are over 15 characters you’d be hard pressed to find it in yourself to care about anyone, let alone all of them. I do find myself caring what happens to a majority of the characters here, though (not always in a positive way, mind. I care deeply about what happens to king Joffrey, but none of the things I have in mind are positive). It’s turning out to be detrimental to my mental health as most of the things that happen are cruel and unusual, but I appreciate it a lot.