I’m reading George R.R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire series — deep into the second volume. I never thought I’d get into another long fantasy, especially one featuring knights of old and ladies bold, and I’d never read Martin before, but he’s a born storyteller with a one-in-a-million imagination. When I’m not reading about Westeros, I’m thinking about it, even dreaming about it. The HBO series is terrific — I especially loved Sean Bean as Eddard Stark — but the books are even better.