I devoured all 9 million pages of the books in like a two-week period when Mr. A, who is like my pop-culture pimp, dragged them along on a trip and I ran out of stuff of my own to read. We will be having regular threads about this when it starts, oh yes, we will. Jane Espenson? Sean Bean? Leather and swords and killination and sexiness? How did I so please you, Ceiling Cat?