Thought I'd change the direction of this thread a bit, hope you dont mind, if you do, just call me a cunt somewhere where its allowed.
I thought I'd review a book that I read a while ago called Fevre Dream and it was by a chap called George R.R Martin. First off, I'd recommend this book if you like missisipi river boats, vampires and stories that seem to last forever. "Vampires are shit now" I hear you say, well I'll agree, in fact I always thought they were shit, this lot are nowhere near as shit as that broody fucking twat from Twilight though. "How are Missisipi river boats and stories that seem to last forever good qualities?" you say, well, look just fuck off and read the book okay. The only way I can put it is, its not what you'd expect, theres none of this vampire slayer stuff, few epic fight scenes, its more of a horror story.
It is told from the point of view of two humans who have contact with vampires, one is the protagonist Abner Marsh, a 300lbs of pure fat steamboat captain who takes aboard a mysterious passenger called Joshua York, of course by mysterious I mean he sleeps during the day, is never seen eating, has superb night vision, is strong as an Oxe, that kind of mysterious you know. The other is a guy called Billy Creel (I think), this is a chap in the employ of a very mysterious (the same kind of mysterious as Joshua York) fellow called Damon Julian, Billy takes attractive slave girls to Julian's castle to have their blood sucked. Chuck in a prophecy, lots of other likeable characters, a little bit of politics, and an epic struggle of wills and you have this story. It's a slow burner thats nasty, tense, sometimes brutal, funny and oddly likeable. Cracking stuff. Like I said, I recommend it.
In short, the only reason I am watching Game Of Thrones is because it is by the same author, oh and because Sean Bean's in it obviously.
"That wasnt really a review" you say, what do you think I am, a journalist? Just read the damn thing.
