It’s been a very long time since I’ve been so engrossed in a book that I’ve lost sleep at night trying to read as much as I could, and being simultaneously eager to get to the end to find out what happens, and sad at realizing that the closer I do, the closer I am to the end of the story. I know I’m behind the times, but I have just started to read The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. I have one word:
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
You can believe your bottom dollar that my next book report will be on this series. I started reading book one on Friday night (during the BSU Nevada game, but am glad I didn’t see us blow our National Championship and BCS bid out of the water) and finished it Sunday afternoon. Where I promptly drove—in the cold/wind/rain/snow—to fight the crowds at Costco to pick up books 2 (Catching Fire) and 3 (Mockingjay). I am two thirds of the way through it and am just in love. There’s not a page that does not go bye that I’m not laughing, crying out about injustice, rooting for someone’s death, or holding my breath and scanning my eyes across the words fast enough at some “on the edge of your seat” factor.
I guess the bottom line is, I can’t recommend this book enough.
--Me
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