
A Feast for Crows by George R.R. Martin
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5
I read the first three books of A Song of Ice and Fire a couple of years ago and after reading the fourth book I’m reminded why I didn’t immediately continue reading the series. It absolutely pains me to think I may never know what happens to the characters in Westeros. Of course this book only has POVs from Sansa, Arya, Jaime, Brienne, Samwell, Cersei, the dornish, and the iron born. So you don’t even know what’s happening with Jon, Dany, Tyrion, Varys, etc. But so much takes place in a matter of 684 pages!
Obviously the book was a freaking masterpiece. It was hard to put the book down at times because I just had to see when Cersei was going to get what she deserved from the sparrows, what would come of Arianne Martell’s schemes, and see what new twists will come from Brienne’s journey to find Sansa. I hate George for writing such a thrilling and addicting story… WHY, GEORGE?! WHY MUST YOU TORTURE ME? Will I read the fifth book? Of course. Will I be deeply depressed afterwards like I am now? Of course. Will we ever get the last two books? Not likely.
