Have you ever felt sure your time with a particular story was over? End, period, goodbye and never to cross road again? That’s how I felt after Season 5 of Game of Thrones was over. I was disappointed with pretty much everything that I told myself “okay, that’s it, I’m done with the show, I’ll just wait for Martin-snail-pace publishing”. There were so many reasons I despised S5, mostly concerning the horrid treatment of female characters (I talked about my specific issues with the Sand Snakes here).
And look at me now: roped back in GOT madness by my beloved wolf puppies.