A Feast for Crows (A Song of Ice and Fire, #4)

by George R.R. Martin

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It took me quite a long time to read Feast for Crows. At first I blamed myself for not making enough time for it, but after a while I started blaming the book, and I think I have some right to do so.
Sure, it is fairly entertaining, the story is solid, and a lot of things happen. The problem is that, for a bit too much of the book, these things happen to people I don't really care about. I'm sure I'll start caring more about these people as the story progresses, but for now it failed to captivate me. It held my interest, but not in a way which made me want to pick up the book instead of doing something else.
Yes, there are also stories about characters I care more about, and yes, many of them were very good, but they felt few and far between. The book lacked what I liked so much about A Game of Thrones: In GoT the narrative skipped swiftly between characters and places, but I always felt like I was reading exactly what I wanted to read about. With Feast for Crows I felt like I was being told to read a story rather than being told a story. It's probably my fault. Perhaps I didn't invest enough in getting immersed, and perhaps my returns were diminished because of it. I'm still blaming the book for that.

However, I love the story, and I'm very much looking forward to the rest of it. I just feel that Feast for Crows didn't tell it as well as it could, and perhaps should, have done.