The problem with Game of Thrones is that nothing good happens, ever. There is one exception to this in the third book (but not the third season of the show) but it's far too little in a series that currently sits at the 4500 page mark (and a show that has over 30 episodes to its credit). It's exhausting and I was thoroughly sick of the series by the end of the fifth book; after the close of season three of the show, I'm not far from that point with that, either. Don't get me wrong, it's brilliantly acted and very engaging... But if I want to watch something so entirely depressing with absolutely no payoff, I'll go watch some documentaries on the Civil Rights movement. /still bitter that Martin baited us with a prologue about the Others and 4,500 pages later, we still know nothing about them