LinustheBold: I just finished the second volume of Game of Thrones (Clash of Kings). I tried reading the series a couple of years ago, and hated it - HATED it - for the endless pointless violence, the voluminous nattering on about armor that could never exist, the hateful gratuitous rape scenes, and in general everything about the novel that does not advance the story - which is about two-thirds of what's in it.
And then, just as I was putting it all down in peace as something I'd bought with best intentions and would never finish, everyone in the whole world started reading and watching it (I can't abide the HBO series either, made it through 1.5 episodes and decided life is too short).
So I decided I'd give it another stab (ha, stab). It's much easier the second time through. The story is really very good, and now that I'm used to what I dislike about the writing it doesn't hurt as much. I really wish it were shorter and a little less, well, television-writery, but Martin is a television writer, so it is what it is.
With some trepidation, I'll move on to the third now.
Want to talk endless nattering on and padding? Read The Wheel of Time. I kept reading for some reason but there are literally whole pages that talk about details on clothing. 1000 page novels that can be effectively synopsized (is that a word? :)) in a paragraph or two...just something wrong with that.