They told me it was addicting. Once I began, they warned, I wouldn’t be able to stop.
They told me it was spreading; it was being discussed in every dark alley, every lamp-lit living room, every high school cafeteria.
They told me, looking furtively around, that I would enjoy it. That, despite all I thought I knew about it, it would be unexpected. And wonderful.
They told me, handing me an ominous black hard drive, that the choice was mine.
And so it came to be that I downloaded “Game of Thrones” (season one) onto Mac.
And so it came to be that I’ve watched five episodes in an embarrassingly short period of time.
And now, with the weight of finals almost upon us, I’m passing this magnificent show to you, with my best wishes.
Yes, it’s graphic and bloody (it is on HBO, after all).
But it’s also given me renewed faith in Sean Bean. It’s made me realize that no matter how tough I like to think I am, I couldn’t survive one day in the Middle Ages (the general lack of personal hygiene would get me straight off). Mostly, though, “Game of Thrones” has swept me up in a tangle of engrossing, fast-paced stories.
Tell your friends.