At some point, this stopped being about a release date. It became a geological epoch. A background process running in the back of your mind, consuming memory for a decade.

Some of us started waiting as sweet summer children. Now we have mortgages, gray hair, and children of our own who also aren't reading The Winds of Winter.

You check the blogs not because you expect an announcement, but because you’ve been checking since the Obama administration. The sun sets, the sun rises. The Giants lose.

The book is still not here.