Crazy Book...or reader?

I finally finished reading a book I've been working on for what seems like forever. It's the third book in a series recommended by SAM (initials of the boy I'm dating- cue mushy "aww" noises). The book. Is. Crazy. The whole series is crazy. So crazy, HBO is turning it into a series airing in May, I think. It's got everything a daytime TV series needs to succeed: political intrigue, backstabbing, blackmail and bribery, incest and other sexual deviancies, war crimes, torture...all coupled alongside other characters who embody everything good and noble in the world. Those ones usually get killed, though. SAM's advice to me throughout the book was "don't get attached to anyone." That advice was generally given after I'd beg to know if one of my favorite characters is going to die.

I feel like I just jumped off a bus and rolled onto a train track, narrowly escaping a train barreling by, only to discover that I landed in a pit full of crocodiles and miraculously, didn't get hurt. That is the level of relief and adrenaline this book gives me. That's probably kinda weird.