Before the year ended, another godson, my constant chess opponent, presented me with an alternative to television. He loaned me the CD-ROM version of the HBO series Game of Thrones, all four seasons for my viewing pleasure.
“I have a lot of work,” I said plainly. “I’ll probably watch it later if I still possess the energy to open my eyes.”
“I have a lot of questions, Ninong,” he confided. “I am sure you could answer them when you’re finished with all the episodes.”
“You understand English, don’t you? What’s the matter?”
“Yes, but I have trouble following the dialogues.”
“I see.” Nuances could be tricky.
I could tell that he was very interested. His enthusiasm showed on his boyish face.
“I will check it out during my break.”
Frankly, I was as ignorant as my neighbors about the series. Even though I was online most of the time I was not too keen to preview even the short clips on YouTube. I was more of a music video enthusiast.
I went back to the house to take a quick peek.
After screening the first episode of season one, I was glad I was spared watching the spoilers online. I felt a sense of heightened suspense, not knowing what would come next as the story unfolded. It was riveting.
Instantly, I decided to stop my field work. I had ten hours on my hands: everything went on hold. 🙂
I was not surprised why the series earned a large following. It possessed all the drama and mystique of a great legend.
I have not read the books yet. I am aware that most adaptations somewhat veered away from the original, with the author’s blessings, of course. Still, the core of the story was intact.
Like my godson, I have questions, certain matters that needed straightening out. For starters, in the first episode, how did one of the rangers escape the White Walker? My guess: cowardice could be the answer.
I am hooked so I am waiting for the fifth season installments. 🙂