In which sympatico theories are hatched, glee is expressed, and spoilers (for A Feast for Crows) are contained.

Last year (or possibly the year before) I managed to get my husband interested in George R. R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire series. He devoured it, up to and including the first few chapters of A Feast for Crows, but then he got distracted and put it down. He finally picked it up again this week and has been reading steadily.

Last night, he got to the chapter where (SPOILERS! Highlight to read (skip this part if you're reading this on a non-white background and don't want to be spoiled))Brienne visits the monastery and is told that the Hound is dead. After reading it, he came to find me. (More spoilers:) "That guy is Sandor Clegane, isn't he?" he asked. "What guy?" I asked back. "That big monk guy who stopped digging to pet the dog. That's gotta be him."[/spoilers] He then went on to tell me all of his reasoning for thinking so, which matched all of my reasoning for also thinking so (spoilers in link).

This pleases me to no end. Husband is generally very perceptive about these things (his complete failure to pick up on any of the clues regarding [sorta-spoiler]Jon Snow's true parentage[/spoiler] notwithstanding), so if he's come up with the same theory on his own, then I'm taking that as validation that my theory's correct. And that makes me ridiculously happy. Not happy to be right (most likely), but happy for the sake of my favorite character. Because I'm goofy that way.