Well, I gobbled The Hunger Games trilogy right up. At first I was underwhelmed, wasn't really digging it, I guess put off by the idea of children fighting to the death, ehh whatever. But next thing I know, I'm absorbed. So many times I'd be reading before bed and plan to turn out the light at the end of a chapter and then get to the last line and need to go on to see what happens next. Needless to say, there have been some late nights, and even some naptimes, spent reading in the past ten days. When I finished the third and final book just a few minutes ago, I had that disappointed feeling when a good book or series of books end. I'm not sure the books are for everyone, but I thought they were so, so good. I laughed, I anticipated, I choked up, I gasped. SO good.
And even though I didn't know what the big deal was before, my heart beats a little faster when the movie trailer plays. I know it will never be as good as the books, because the movies never are, but I am eager to see them anyways. It's the only way the story can continue at this point, by being portrayed on screen.
Ugh, did I mention how much it stinks when a good book or series of books come to a conclusion? You're still thinking about all that's happened in what you've just read, but there's also a void because you don't want it to be finished yet! Maybe that's dramatic, but anyways, I'm not sure what I'm going to read next. There is a box of Karen's books in my trunk, so I think I'll go through that and pick something.
