Despite my best attempts to hide the fact, I have to admit that I’m a sucker for a happy ending. In fact, if my chosen form of entertainment doesn’t have a satisfyingly cheery finish, I’m often left wondering why I bothered! It’s become so bad, that if I catch even a hint that a book or a movie is going to leave me sadder than it found me (despite how good it may be), I won’t even start it. A friend lent me the first Game of Thrones book about a month ago knowing how much I enjoy the fantasy genre. After making a valiant attempt, I got about halfway through and had to go and read two other (less death filled) books instead. I may come back to it, but honestly it seems unlikely. To put it mildly, it wasn’t a very happy book!