So. I am 100% confident that I have zero people reading my blog because not even I want to read my last awkward posting. There might be some aliens reading or something. Or like, really smart chimps.
Anyway. I started reading the book "A Game of Thrones" by George R.R. Martin. I've been seeing this title floating around because there's a new HBO series based on the book series of which this book is the beginning. I originally thought the title was "A Game of Thorns" because of a misunderstanding between my eyes and my visual cortex. So for awhile I thought this book was some kind of Agatha Christie/Sherlock Holmes-type saucy British inspired mystery. Which is like, my FAVORITE. I imagined garden parties, women with lace dresses, hedge mazes, and shocking turns of events. I was very excited, as you can imagine.
