A Game of Thrones
I admit it, I wasn’t keen to read George R. R. Martin’s A Game of Thrones: A Song of Ice and Fire Book 1 when one of my fantasy loving friends raved about it and another totally canned it, so watching the HBO TV series seemed like a good compromise.
I watched the first episode and was addicted straight away (I only watched half the season in one sitting). The show did make me want to read the books, and once I got over the fact that the first one is 780 pages and the sheer size of the series means a fairly big commitment I delved on in … and I loved it.
Sure there are some things that make you go hmmm (and I’m not talking C&C Music Factory hmmm, I mean hmmm – really? that’s happening?), the world that Martin has created, the families, the kingdoms, the history with the feuds and wars, are fantastic and detailed. There are characters to love and quite a number to loathe. Add in the Others and the fact that winter is coming and you have this epic series start.
(It turns out that the friend who canned it loved the TV series, and it seems is more of a sci-fi fantasy fan rather than a fan of epic fantasy)