I must admit, I have not always been a Hunger Games fan. BUT, I can safely blame all that on the lady at Barnes & Noble who told me NOT to read the series because it was all about war. This is after she saw me walking through the store with all three books stacked in my hands. SHAME ON HER! Someone better call B&N and tell them to put a screen on their employees. Tisk, risk! When I did fall, I fell hard. Hit every branch on the HG tree on the way down, climbed back up the tree and fell again.
I read the first book from cover to cover in 7 hours. The second book I read two days later from cover to cover again. Pretty sure at his point, Joseph was ready to kill me. See what tiny little detail I accidentally left out of story is that there is slight possibility I read these books while in the car with a certain someone and failed to say a word the entire trip unless I needed to stop. It was all for the sake of my enthrallment with living vicariously through these characters. My obsessive traits kick into severe overdrive when I read. I won't stop. It's all I talk about. It's awful. Thank gah I only have to listen to myself in my head. I'd go to bed thinking about the bread boy and wake up thinking about the goat.
The moment I finished the last book I didn't know what to do. I threw the book across the room (childish, I know). I was completely dumbfounded. I 100% with every part of my body disagree with the ending. But who I am to decide the fate of those characters (I personally think I should have).
Oh, well. Tonight is just going to reignite my undying obsession to visit The Capitol and prance around with my gypsy soul, covered in rainbow colors like a unicorn just threw up on me. To all of the tweens I'll be up against tonight,
You need to read awkward moments with men. Your humor and writing style remind me so much of the authors and its pretty hysterical as well as a quick read. Love the blog btw.-Mandy
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