The Rant of a Drama Queen.

On the 4th of February, 2014, my eighteenth birthday, I was given a gift by my friend- 'A Song of Ice and Fire' series so far. At the time, I thought it was one of the most fabulous gifts ever given to me. Now, I absolutely hate the gift. It's gotten me completely hooked. My dreams are haunted by dragons and wolves and gruesome deaths. One night, I'm Daenarys Targaryen, the next I'm Arya Stark. To my horror, I even find myself to be Stannis Baratheon. Now that I'm done with all the books, I'm left with a feeling of utter loss. There are two books that are yet to be published. And a date of publication hasn't been released.

I know I sound like an overdramatic teenager who's probably hyped up on sugar, but George R.R. Martin's writing has it's claws in me. Dragon claws, perhaps. There's no chance of me getting off this wagon. It's all I can think about. To say it's put me in a foul mood would be an understatement. I've been reading every scrap of information I can possibly find on the books, relishing it, yet feeling unsatisfied.

His books just leave you wanting more. And to make things worse, he's left the fate of most of the characters hanging. My mind, with it's hyperactive imagination has already made up some ridiculous stories, not at all worthy of the man who created the characters. Sorry for this inexplicable rant. My mind has been invaded by the people of Westeros and Essos.