Part of me was hoping that she and Jon would settle down, raise a family, and have a kinder life. The initial chapters of the first book were so idyllic. But of course, after everything was set in motion, there was no going back to the gentle everyday life of Winterfell.anthriel wrote:
I think I'm still trying to work out why her death felt different to me.
Is this a white privilege thing? Many of us, including me, can look with nostalgia back to the fifties and sixties (or later) and remember the white, comfortable, suburban, middle class lives, on TV and perhaps in our own families, unaware of the way the rest of the world lived. Is this the same as how we can long for the people of Winterfell to recapture their former life without remembering the people on the outside - like the wildlings - who never shared in it?
This series of books, as well as the LOTR and many similar books, give me a profound sense of loss that I can't go back to the childhood that at the time seemed so perfect, and so timeless. GRRM picks off our avenues of retreat one by one and it isn't pretty.
