Book two in the game of thrones series. As with the previous book I find myself more reading the book and waiting for events to occur than actually enjoying what has been written on the pages. I like it but am to distracted from the TV series. I hunt for differences and subtle changes in all the chapter find myself analysing how they did this or that. Everything just feels like a prolonged journey until I can open book three and actually get to enjoy each page as they should be enjoyed: With anticipation, dread and curiosity.