A Clash of Kings

Figure 1: A Clash of Kings.

I am almost half-way through this wonderful book which is a sequel to the Game of Thrones. Clash of Kings is the continuation of this beautiful series which is the A Song of Ice and Fire. The Clash of Kings takes the story where Game of Throne where there is great disturbance to the kingdom of Westeros, where the death of King Robert Baratheon and his hand Eddard Stark causes war between all the seven kingdoms to claim the power of the Iron Throne.

This story takes on the characters of Stark's daughters Sansa and Arya, Stark's son Bran and Jon Snow, Stark's wife Catelyn, Stark's squire Theon Greyjoy, the new hand, Tyrion, and the Khaleesi, Daenrys. Each of these characters play a huge role on the story telling of this story. This story is a mix of cleverly woven mix of dark sly politics as well as true bravery and honour.

The kingdom is now in pieces where Robb Stark is proclaimed the King of the North, King Stanis Baratheon of Dragonstone is marching to reclaim his rightful throne from King Joffrey. King Renly Baratheon of Highgarden is also on the march to claim the throne. Far across the seas, Queen Daenrys Targaryen has her three dragons which are born through the fiery pyre of her dead Khal husband.

Still digesting it slowly, next year it is said that the a HBO television series will be adapted from the novel. Until that time, I'll be weaving each scene in this novel with my own imagination through the power of reading.

Imagination broadens..

Since I was a little kid, I hate to read. My life is filled with games, hanging out with friends and more games. I am a true example of a gaming addict, I grew so adept at my games that I even started to gamble real money online. It ended abruptly due to the relatively expensive internet bills which was a fact about 10 years ago.

I never had the passion to even touch a book, either spiritual nor educational. I have lots of books of course, bought by my loving parents, yet I barely touched them. Even reading homework given by my teacher wasn't read by me, but I simply asked my friend to eventually tell me the whole story.

I manage to make it through my high school days with decent results even by barely even touching a book unless forced onto me. I never had any intention to actually open up a book and start to eventually read and digest any information from it. Am I lazy or I don't have interest? I myself couldn't decipher myself at the time.

To keep the story short, when I reached university, I was forced to read in order to pass my tests, and it was never voluntary. I even asked my girlfriend to study ahead of me and teach me. This was usually futile as I have to read and actually teach her. So in the end, it's all about reading and studying just to survive university.

One day, my sister, introduced me to a book, she asked me to read it and of course I didn't. I didn't read it until I finally landed a job and started a new life as a working person. I found that I have nothing to do on my rest day and absolutely nothing of interest came to my mind.

So I opened my bag and found that there is a book in it, I was shocked as to find something which I really have no interest in popped right in front of my eyes. Finally, without much effort, I opened up the book and start to read. I fell asleep at the introductory paragraph, but as soon as I woke and start to read the first chapter, I simply got hooked. I don't know why.

I read it until the next day, I didn't slept the whole night. It was a truly magical book. It's a book written by Neil Gaiman entitled Anansi Boys. The book rocks, seriously. It opened up my mind and imagination by simply just reading. It's like a new music in me and that music really makes me dance inside out.

Figure 1: Anansi Boys.

I have to thank my sister for this gift. I can now read with a broadened imagination. Reading is now a part of my passion besides my collectibles. Anansi Boys a truly recommended novel.