I waited to watch Season One of HBO’s Game of Thrones, which debuted this time last year but to which I did not have easy access. It wasn’t that I made a conscious decision to wait — it was mostly about a lack of time combined with that lack of convenience. But I think I was dimly terrified that I would get obsessed with the series. I haven’t read the book series upon which the show is based — that would be A Song of Fire and Ice by George R.R. Martin [Amazon U.S.] [Amazon Canada] [Amazon U.K.] — but I am familiar with his work, so I sort of knew what I was in for. And, you know: I just know myself. Epic fantasy given serious treatment over 10 hours (and hence not limited by the time constraints of film). Awesome cast including Sean Bean, Peter Dinklage, Lena Headey, Iain Glen, and Nikolaj Coster-Waldau. The potential for Game of Thrones to occupy my imagination was high.
And that’s exactly what ended up happening.
Of course now I’m glad I waited, because it means I can jump right into Season Two (which began last week), which I’ll do the moment after I get this posted. Now I’ll be stuck plodding along at the infuriating pace of one episode per week, but I have no other choice. I can’t put it off. I’m hooked.
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Of course now I’m glad I waited, because it means I can jump right into Season Two (which began last week), which I’ll do the moment after I get this posted. Now I’ll be stuck plodding along at the infuriating pace of one episode per week, but I have no other choice. I can’t put it off. I’m hooked.
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