In the past week I’ve been trying hard not to loose faith in humanity-ok I am probably, maybe, but not really, exaggerating. 16′ is the year that I’ll be reading the 3rd and final book of the King Killer chronicles, and the 6th book of Game of Thrones. And while there’s no release date for Patrick Rothfuss’s book yet, George RR Martin announced that there’s no release date for Winds of Winter either, although it was supposed to be out before the 6th series season, meaning this Spring.
Shit.
I haven’t been able to “fall in love” with a character the way I did with Kvothe. I need closure in order to move on. If you’ve read the book, you probably know what I mean. It’s been 2,5 years, and I’ve read lots of different books, with amazing characters and really good writing, but the Kvothe spell still holds. Thanks Rothfuss.
There is lots to be said about Game of Thrones and the depth in which one gets to know and understand the characters. The plot is intriguing and of course, there’s Dragons involved. And there is so much more…The series itself is a different animal; I stopped watching somewhere during the 2nd season, there’s too much unnecessary gore, and this comes from a Tarantino fan.
But the books…
When I read that the King Killer’s Chronicles rights were bought and it will soon be turned into a series, a part of me got so excited because Rothfuss deserves the fame and attention and everyone should read about Kvothe’s adventures and be inspired and love him and live in his world. It is so worth it. And then, there’s this other part of me that wants the world I’ve created in my head untouched, I want to speak of Kvothe only with those who know him and have spent time with him and I want to “judge” people by whether they’ve read the books or not.
Yes, I’m that person.
The bottom line of this ranting is that I have endless admiration for those who carry the seed for a book, a story, the black lines on white pages that carry me in a world I can share with others, and yet it’s still my own personal experience. I have no clue who I’d be if I didn’t have books to get lost in. Probably someone the present me would judge.
Dreamers, storytellers, travelers and fools united change the world daily.
So go ahead and read the freaking book. Watch a movie or a series that makes you feel something beyond the ordinary. It’s like drugs, its side effects permanent, focusing only on opening the mind and heart. And this could all be yours.
An Avid Reader’s Ranting