I remember a time in which I got pissed whenever a film adaptation of a book I liked didn't follow the source closely enough.
Tonight's episode of Game of Thrones deviated pretty much from the books. And I'm quite enjoying getting to feel what I felt when I started watching the show. And what I felt when reading farther than the point HBO had reached.
Not knowing what the fuck is going to happen.
George, you better hurry up.