I started The Iron King a loooong time ago. (Ok, well, not that long ago. Maybe six months ago? I don't know. I exaggerate.) But anyway, I got about 20% into the book and put it aside. The narration felt a little too juvenile for my taste, and I just wasn't really feeling it. So, off to the dark recesses of my maybe-later shelf it went.
Then, yesterday afternoon, I was trying SO HARD to catch a few more hours of shut-eye (after getting up at 4:30 am to watch the Canadian mens hockey team win a gold medal, because Canadians are hardcore like that). But, despite the 3 hours of sleep I had the night before and the 5 am beers in my belly, I could not sleep. I could hardly keep my eyes open, but I could. Not. Sleep. So, on a whim, I grabbed The Iron King and picked up where I left off, hoping reading a few chapters would help put me out.
Oh, how wrong I was.
I devoured the rest of the book (and still managed to sneak in a little nap, because, let's be real, I cannot function off of 3 hours of sleep). It was just an entertaining read. Sometimes you need that, ya know? I had a few issues with the book, but nothing major enough to deter me from picking up the next in the series. Though I admit I am a tad nervous this is going to turn into a "pining 24/7 and making idiotic decisions based on the guy you loooove" kind of series, but... we'll see.