I started watching Game of Thrones straight after the first episode of the first ever season aired, if only out of a lack of shows to watch at the time and a mild interest in the fantasy genre. I vividly remember being thoroughly confused after that first hour and resorting to drawing up a family tree on paper for myself to remember all the names and who was who. Once I'd established the Lannisters from the Starks, it was relatively easier to follow and I found myself hooked. I recall my dad asking me what was so good about this show that I'd become glued to the screen 24/7 and I replied with this:
Sunday, 24 September 2017
TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD (WHY I QUIT WATCHING GAME OF THRONES)
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