My husband and I finished watching “Game of Thrones,” Season 2, last night.
We don’t get HBO, so we have to wait until each season ends and the DVD is available to purchase, a real character-building exercise, we think. :0)
We loved Season 1 and were sad when we had watched all of the DVDs. When Season 2 was available, we bought it immediately. We had a marathon of watching all of Season 1 again, and then dived into Season 2 with great expectation.
We weren’t disappointed. We had a glorious time, evening after evening, watching at least one, and most of the time, two, episodes. When my husband held up the ‘last’ DVD last night before putting it into the player, we were both sad.
Now we have to wait until another season ends, pre-ordering the DVD collection as soon as it’s available.
In a list of realistic possible problem priorities, we realize that having to wait another season doesn’t even get onto the list – but we’re going into withdrawal at once again being thrust out of a world we find so fascinating.
If you haven’t read the books by George R. R. Martin, you have a wonderful experience ahead of you. My husband thinks the fabulous author is working on the 6th book in the series.
If you haven’t seen the TV series, you can either buy the season sets, as we do, or rent them.
The production is amazing. An entire world is created for you. The acting is so good you forget these are people playing parts. They simply ARE. When characters get hurt, YOU hurt. When they die, YOU mourn. You feel the joy, pain, and fear, the wind and the cold. You’re totally immersed in a world completely unlike our own, and you feel bereft when you’re forced to wait for more. This is my favorite television series of all time. I don’t see how anyone could do better.
And now we wait…