Jeebus MaCreebus! That muther fucker do write books that be too big! I just finished the Feast of Crows like literally 38.49 minutes ago in a bar. Just rammed that last 194 or something pages down my brain and it hurts. I don't know what is making me feel more bloated, the 4 pints I drank or his never-ending lengthy food descriptions! I did try to order greasy sausages, a flagon of wine, blood oranges, blackened bacon, hard bread, wintercake, ginger pine nuts, bits of cherry, fermented goat's milk served in an iron cup laced with honey, bean-and-bacon soup, strongwine, beats and bread and bloody beef, eggs butter and melons, honeywine, summer wine, and poppy wine, hot mulled wine, a bowl of hot fresh crab stew, but they didn't have any.
One thing's for shore...
I don't really give a FUCK about Brienee, Samwell, Cersei or the fukkin princess in the the tower! Well I do kinda care, maybe like a chapter or two once in a while but a WHOLE GODDAMN book?! TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHH!!!
Anywayz, here's a pic of our hero Samwell for your viewing pleasure!