When I first started reading A Game of Thrones, Sansa was my least favorite of the Stark children. She was the one who was groomed to be a lady, unlike Arya, her younger sister who is a tomboy. As events unfold, you begin to feel sorry for her and eventually like her. This happens toward the end of A Game of Thrones and into a Clash of Kings. Where she is trapped in King’s Landing, desperate to survive and the least well equipped of the Starks to take action to make it happen. Still she manages to survive and earns my respect and admiration.