I particularly enjoy that HBO decided that A Song of Ice and Fire is clearly too stupidly embarrassing a title and have used the much punchier "Game of Thrones" instead.
I read those books a while ago, you know, when only three or four of them were out. That is, I read some three or four thousand pages, in which damn-all happened and from which I remember three things.
1. Ned Stark died for no goddamn reason, despite being literally the only likable character.
2. Jaime grew a soul, but to make up for it he lost his hand.
3. Jon Snow was all Luke Skywalker all over the place, whining up hill and down dale, except some girl probably not his sister has actually gotten him into bed.
Oh, no, I remember another thing: they completely sucked. Everyone was an ass, and went about scheming to no useful end except a mounting, unrelenting squalid misery, almost everyone died except the people you disliked the most, there were no heroes at all, and George R. R. Martin never took ten words to say anything when he could take two hundred.
It is a dubious distinction for a series when no one can be bothered to read it absent the urging of Lena Headey's breasts.
Edited: And, my God, the asinine spelling.