Disappointment

[ladyofastolat]

I dreamt last night that I was wandering through Ottakars, when a book caught my eye. "A Dance with Dragons," the cover said, "by George RR Martin." I paused, shocked. Could it be? I'd not seen anything on his website. I wasn't expecting it for at least six months, if not longer. But I picked it up, glanced at the blurb, flicked gingerly through the first few pages... And it was! It was!

I bought it, and carried it home, stroking it gleefully, with cackles of "Mine! My preciousss!" At home, I poured a glass of wine, and - pausing only to gloat on LJ about my find - I settled down to read the first chapter. (It was from the viewpoint or Ser Arys Oakheart, by the way, which, really, should have raised my suspicions, but made perfect sense at the time.) I then stopped reading, resolving to be firm with myself and eke the book out for a few weeks. "I will read a few more chapters tomorrow," I told myself. "The book will still be here in the morning."

But it isn't! *wails and woe* It isn't! It was all a dream.

Curse you, GRRM. Why do you toy with our hearts like this?

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[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

It was the prologue chapter, which is usually a POV that doesn't crop up later in the book, so I wasn't too worried. I did flick ahead, though, just to conform that the "proper" viewpoints were coming, and that he wasn't playing a horrid trick on us. Dany had the first proper chaper. Tyrion was going to be next. I resisted the temptation to flick further ahead to find out how long I had to wait for Jon.

I was really most upset when I woke up this morning. :-(