Or for more Joffrey-slapping. SLAP HIS MINCING LITTLE FACE.
And I've read the books twice, which is great because I can explain who is related to what and who is living in exile because they've betrayed whom (usual fantasy-novel shit, you know) but it is AGONY because I can't be all like, HE IS GOING TO REGRET THAT SEEMINGLY INNOCUOUS DECISION LATER WHEN HE DIES.
Do you hear Arya Stark? Anyone.
Speaking of serieses in which a lot of people are killed, I'm joining the Harry Potter readalong: The One With All The Gifs and you can consider this my Statement of Intent post. I am going to spoiler the shit out of these books so look away if you don't want to know who dies (so far: nobody. Make with the death count, Book One). I read the books back in my first few years of college and not since so they're kind of hazy for me. Let the re-reading begin!
In completely more different news, I helped the Book Smugglers (paragons of book reviewing, those two) cap off Smugglivus, their annual Festival of Things. Head over there to get some help with your New Year's resolutions, and then check out my favorite Smugglivus tradition, the Airing of Grievances.
Scout's honor I will be back here soon. I'm feeling floppy and disorganized, but I MISS your FACES.
C'mere, you guise.