Day Fourteen: the best book you actually read in 2018.
I circled today’s prompt on my imaginary calendar because I have been WAITING to tell the world how I was reborn in the Church of Everyone’s Favorite Obsessive Compulsive Writer.
The best book I read in 2018 is George R.R. Martin’s A Storm of Swords.
Fetch a fan, please? I feel a swoon coming on.
So, if you’ve watched A Game of Thrones, imagine seasons three and four being one book. Imagine the Red Wedding happening in the middle of a story instead of as a season finale. You thought Joffrey’s death was gruesome onscreen? They left out him clawing the skin off his neck in a desperate attempt to open his own windpipe. And there’s that whole “book ends with Catelyn Stark resurrected as a vengeful, Frey-killing zombie” thing.
But I knew I was a believer in the Church of GRRM when I got to Tywin’s death. It’s identical to his show death. Tyrion catches him on the privy and nails him with a crossbow. But being in Tyrion’s head gives us this utterly perfect passage:
“‘Do me a kindness now, and die quickly. I have a ship to catch.’ For once, his father did what Tyrion asked him. The proof was the sudden stench, as his bowels loosened in the moment of death. Well, he was in the right place for it, Tyrion thought. But the stink that filled the privy gave ample evidence that the oft-repeated jape about his father was just another lie.
Lord Tywin Lannister did not, in the end, shit gold.” 
After hearing that line, I paused the audiobook and knelt before my phone. I rose washed in the blood of George R.R. Martin standom. You can find me attending weekly worship at the Books Are WAAAAAAY Better Than the Show chapel.
[*] Could be the best book I’ve ever read in my life. Gonna let that marinate for another five years or so.
 Martin, George R. R. “Chapter 77: Tyrion.” A Storm of Swords. Bantam Books, 2002.
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