I started reading Game of Thrones in mid-October, and have been reading the series exclusively since then. I recently finished A Dance With Dragons, thus making official, catching-up to the series as a whole.
I don’t really know what to do next now.
I’ve been carefully watching the television series, not to binge too hard, as to surpass storylines that might’ve spoiled books, but now that I’m caught up to the books, I suppose the rest of the TV series is fair game, although there’s lots of allegation that some events of season five are supposedly spoilers to things that would theoretically be in the unreleased sixth book. So I guess I might avoid season five, although I have gotten to a point in season three where I’ve begun to notice some dramatic turns in the plot that deviate from the books.
Really though, now that I’m caught up to the books, I’m kind of liberated and free to begin reading anything else, although I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to start with next. For the last eight months, it’s been so seamless and such a luxury to just go from book to book, without having to agonize and have to wait the literal years that longer fans than I obviously had to endure, reading book to book as they were released.
Seeing the timeline of the books, and the most notable six-year gap between four and five, means that I’ll have to impatiently wait for George R.R. Martin to stop playing around in his pile of Hollywood money to get on with the sixth book along with the others.
But damn does it suddenly feel all abrupt and unsatisfying having caught up to the books, especially with the way book five ends, with obviously some drastic twists, developments and cliffhangers, but to not have the luxury of being a few page swipes (Kindle) away from continuing on with the story.
