Half a year's left for the tenth anniversary of the night I became an orphan and George Raymond Richard Martin remembered he has books to write. While this is a nothingburger, it's amazing that he actually remembered the books. But he's been almost done with the 6th book for some time and hasn't finished it yet. Mom was ALIVE when he was writing the 6th. This bullshit has gone for way too long.
The question is: Do I even care to read the sixth book then either GRRM or I die before the 7th?
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