Faz dois anos que eu moro em Israel e eu ainda passo vergonha quase todo dia falando hebraico errado 😅
A ideia era que os livros me mantivessem ocupada enquanto a nova temporada de Game of Thones não começava; mas a HBO anunciou que a season 7 só chega no dia 16 de julho, e eu terminei de ler o “A Dance With Dragons” no mês passado… #fail
Uma observação sobre o quinto título da saga A Song of Ice and Fire é que, neste momento, livro e série já são praticamente duas coisas independentes. Lá na primeira temporada o roteiro era bem fiel à obra do George R. R. Martin (exceto pelo corte de alguns personagens secundários), mas agora tem mais storylines diferentes do que iguais (alô, Sansa) – sem contar que a timeline da série já ultrapassou a do livro para muitos personagens, como o Bran, o Jon e a Daenerys.
Algumas passagens para o meu caderno de quotes de livros (acho que vai dar para perceber que esse livro me deixou com fome):
“They began with a broth of crab and monkfish, and cold egg lime soup as well. Then came quails in honey, a saddle of lamb, goose livers drowned in wine, buttered parsnips, and sucking pig.” (p. 29)
“The serving men brought out a heron stuffed with figs, veal cutlets blanched with almond milk, creamed herring, candied onions, foul-smelling cheeses, plates of snails and sweetbreads, and a black swan in her plumage.” (p. 31)
“’The Mother of Dragons must don the tokar or be forever hated,’ warned the Green Grace, Galazza Galare. ‘In the wools of Westeros or a gown of Myrish lace, Your Radience shall forever remain a stranger amonst us, a grotesque outlander, a barbarian conqueror. Meereen’s queen must be a lady of Old Ghis.’ Brown Ben Plumm, the captain of the Second Sons, had put it more succinctly. ‘Man want to be the king o’ the rabbits, he best wear a pair o’ floppy ears.’” (p. 40)
“They nibbled on spiced sausage tha morning, washed down with a dark smokeberry brown. Jellied eels and Dornish reds filled their afternoon. Come evening there were sliced hams, boiled eggs, and rosted larks stuffed with garlic and onions, with pale ales and Myrish fire wines to help in their digestion.” (p. 79)
“The beer was brown, the bread black, the stew a creamy white. She served it in a trencher hollowed out of a stale loaf. It was thick with leeks, carrots, barley, and turnips white and yellow, along with clams and chunks of cod and crabmeat, swimming in a stock of heavy cream and butter. It was the sort of stew that warmed a man right down to his bones, just the thing for a wet, cold night.” (p. 140)
“They chanted in the tongue of Old Volantis, but Tyrion had heard the prayers enough to grasp the essence. Light our fire and protect us from the dark, blah blah, light our way and keep us toasty warm, the night is dark and full of terrors, save us from the scary things, and blah blah blah some more.” (p. 476)
“’Whore!’ someone cried out. A woman’s voice. Women were always the crueler where other women were concerned.” (p. 935)
“Someone had already told the Thunderfist about Gerrick Kingsblood and his new style. ‘King o’ the Wildlings?’ Tormund roared. ‘Har! King o’ My Hairy Butt Crack, more like.’” (p. 993)
“’My grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.’” (p. 994)
Acho que a leitura do “A Feast for Crows” foi a mais rápida até agora entre toda a saga A Song of Ice and Fire, muito por causa da forma como ele foi estruturado; o George R. R. Martin tava lá escrevendo escrevendo escrevendo escrevendo e de repente se deu conta de que o livro estava grande demais para ser publicado em um volume só. “O jeito mais simples seria pegar o que eu tinha, cortar mais ou menos na metade e terminar com um ‘To Be Continued’. Quanto mais eu pensava nisso, porém, mais eu sentia que os leitores seriam melhor servidos por um livro que conta toda a história de metade dos personagens do que metade da história de todos os personagens. Então esse foi o caminho que eu escolhi”, o autor explica nas páginas finais. Como são menos nomes (só a galera que está em Westeros), a leitura acaba sendo mais ágil, porque o Tico e o Teco não se cansam tanto tentando lembrar “pera, quem é esse mesmo? O que ele tava fazendo da última vez?”, hehe.
Acabei separando uma aspa apenas, mas é uma aspa boa :) Para o meu caderno de quotes de livros:
“The stench of death was growing stronger, despite the scented candles. The smell reminded Jamie Lannister of the pass below the Golden Tooth, where he had won a glorious victory in the first days of the war. On the morning after the battle, the crows had feasted on victors and vanquished alike, as once they had feasted on Rhaegar Targaryen after the Trident. How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king?” (p. 174)
Aspas e trechinhos da terceira parte da saga A Song of Ice and Fire, de George R. R. Martin, para o meu caderno de quotes de livros:
“My sister has mistaken me for a mushroom. She keeps me in the dark and feeds me shit.” (p. 54)
“No, don’t blush, with your hair it makes you look like a pomegranate. All men are fools, if truth be told, but the ones in motley are more amusing than the ones in crowns.” (p. 83)
“All these kings would do a deal better if they would put down their swords and listen to their mothers.” (p. 84)
“‘Hoooodor,’ said Hodor, swaying. ‘Hooooooodor, hoooooodor, hoDOR, hoDOR, hoDOR.’” (p. 130)
“Rangers often shared skins for warmth, but warmth was not all Ygritte wanted, he suspected. After that he had taken to using Ghost to keep her away. Old Nan used to tell stories about knights and their ladies who would sleep in a single bed with a blade between them for honor’s sake, but he thought this must be the first time where a direwolf took the place of the sword.” (p. 206)
“The smile she gave him was almost shy. ‘Find another place for Ghost to sleep tonight, Jon Snow.’” (p. 219)
“‘Hodor,’ said Hodor.
‘Hodor,’ Bran agreed.” (p. 336)
“‘Some people hurt others just because they can,’ said Jojen.” (p. 336)
“Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she’s told before, but we never minded, if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time.” (p. 337)
“… he slipped his skin, and reached for Hodor.
It was not like sliding into Summer. That was so easy now that Bran hardly thought about it. This was harder, like trying to pull a left boot on your right foot. It fit all wrong, and the boot was scared too, the boot didn’t know what was hapenning, the boot was pushing the foot away.” (p. 767)
“‘That wasn’t his true name,’ said Gilly, rocking. ‘We only called him that, Sam and me. His hands were cold as ice, but he saved us from the dead men, him and his ravens, and he brought us here on his elk.’
‘His elk?’ said Bran, wonderstruck.
‘His elk?’ said Meera, startled.
‘His ravens?’ said Jojen.
‘Hodor?’ said Hodor.” (p. 770)
Uma curiosidade que eu já tinha citado aqui é que, nos livros, os personagens são bem mais jovens do que eles aparentam ser na série da HBO. A Missandei, quando aparece pela primeira vez em “A Storm of Swords”, tem no máximo 10 anos. E o Tommen tem apenas 8 quando vira rei.
Esse foi o livro mais difícil entre os três que li até agora, muito por causa do Red Wedding, acho. Quando você já sabe que o negócio vai acontecer, as evidências pesam o dobro; e a obra do George R. R. Martin tem vários elementos mágicos ignorados na TV que ele usa pra engrossar o caldo da ansiedade, então a antecipação da tragédia é muito sentida.
Uma coisa que gostei foi a votação para novo Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch; a parte do corvo é sensacional :)
Passagens da segunda parte da saga A Song of Ice and Fire para o meu caderno de quotes de livros:
“’Hodor.’ Beaming genially, Hodor looked from one Frey to the other, oblivious to their taunting. ‘Hodor hodor?’” (p. 246)
“He was going to take me home, she thought as they dug the old man’s hole. There were too many dead to bury them all, but Yoren at least must have a grave, Arya had insisted. He was going to bring me safe to Winterfell, he promised. Part of her wanted to cry. The other part wanted to kick him.” (p. 290)
“Pitty filled Catelyn’s heart. Is there any creature on earth as unfortunate as an ugly woman?” (p. 344)
“Chataya commiserated with him a moment, then excused herself and glided off. A handsome woman, Tyrion reflected as he watched her go. He had seldom seen such elegance and dignity in a whore. Though to be sure, she saw herself more as a kind of priestess. Perhaps that is the secret. It is not what we do, so much as why we do it. Somehow the thought comforted him.” (p. 450)
“’I see flowering hasn’t made you any brighter,’ said Cersei. ‘Sansa, permit me to share a bit of womanly wisdom with you on this very special day. Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.’” (p. 761)
“The Lord of Casterly Rock made such an impressive figure that is was a shock when his destrier dropped a load of dung right at the base of the throne.” (p. 905)
“Tears filled Bran’s eyes. When a man was hurt you took him to the maester, but what could you do when your maester was hurt?” (p. 966)