A Feast for Crows

A Feast for CrowsA Feast for Crows by George R. R. Martin
Series: A Song of Ice and Fire #4
Publisher: Voyager Books
Released: October 17, 2005
Pages: 1061
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Crows will fight over a dead man's flesh, and kill each other for his eyes.

Bloodthirsty, treacherous and cunning, the Lannisters are in power on the Iron Throne in the name of the boy-king Tommen. The war in the Seven Kingdoms has burned itself out, but in its bitter aftermath new conflicts spark to life.

The Martells of Dorne and the Starks of Winterfell seek vengeance for their dead. Euron Crow's Eye, as black a pirate as ever raised a sail, returns from the smoking ruins of Valyria to claim the Iron Isles. From the icy north, where Others threaten the Wall, apprentice Maester Samwell Tarly brings a mysterious babe in arms to the Citadel.

Against a backdrop of incest and fratricide, alchemy and murder, victory will go to the men and women possessed of the coldest steel and the coldest hearts.

It took me quite a long time to read Feast for Crows. At first I blamed myself for not making enough time for it, but after a while I started blaming the book, and I think I have some right to do so.
Sure, it is fairly entertaining, the story is solid, and a lot of things happen. The problem is that, for a bit too much of the book, these things happen to people I don’t really care about. I’m sure I’ll start caring more about these people as the story progresses, but for now it failed to captivate me. It held my interest, but not in a way which made me want to pick up the book instead of doing something else.
Yes, there are also stories about characters I care more about, and yes, many of them were very good, but they felt few and far between. The book lacked what I liked so much about A Game of Thrones: In GoT the narrative skipped swiftly between characters and places, but I always felt like I was reading exactly what I wanted to read about. With Feast for Crows I felt like I was being told to read a story rather than being told a story. It’s probably my fault. Perhaps I didn’t invest enough in getting immersed, and perhaps my returns were diminished because of it. I’m still blaming the book for that.

However, I love the story, and I’m very much looking forward to the rest of it. I just feel that Feast for Crows didn’t tell it as well as it could, and perhaps should, have done.

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