I received the first Game of Thrones book as a present from my sister about five years ago because her (then) husband was a fan and he recommended it because she'd told him I'd read Lord of The Rings as a teenager.
I tried to read it, I honestly did but it was gash.
Formulaic, derivative dross written by someone who thinks that just because you've created a shit load of characters who come from massively extended families, it'd be interesting to the reader.
Lord of The Rings was hard going at times but this tripe was just painful.
I managed about 200 pages but didn't have a clue who anybody was or what was going on.
And the whole George "R R" Martin thing always struck me as an all too desperate attempt to cash in, if I'm honest.
I know I'm in a minority but sorry, not for me.