Confession: I spent a ridiculous amount of time with my nose in a book last weekend. Ok, maybe it was three books and perhaps my reading time stretched into the week. Regardless, I was obsessed with the Hunger Games trilogy. I still am.
The most interesting part is that it always takes convincing for me to read these “types” of books. By “types” I mean vampires, werewolves, mockingjays, etc. The truth of the matter is– I don’t like gore and I don’t like being scared. There is more than enough sadness and gore in life that I don’t particularly care to read anything for enjoyment that is going to make me more sad.
So, how do I always get roped into these blockbuster books that obsesses my psyche and take over my life? Peer pressure of course. A few years ago, I was heading out-of-town on vacation and after countless offers (and countless rejections) to borrow the Twilight books, one of my besties told me she was sticking it in my bag “just in case” I needed something to read on the plane or beach. I was pregnant at the time with my daughter, so I only had one child to chase on vacation. Bestie C was optimistic, that I might actually have time to read. Of course, I did not have time during normal waking hours, but the 3 hour time change allowed me to spend my sleepless nights staying up ridiculously late reading.
I knew I was hooked when I finished the book mid-flight on the way back home and was praying that I would have enough time on our layover to find the second book somewhere in the airport. I did and probably became the oldest member of Team Edward. The rest is history.
Enter the Hunger Games. The title alone had me convinced that I would not like the books. I kept imagining Mad Max and The Running Man. Neither of which were my favorite movies. However, a friend lent me the books and when I found myself not quite ready to go to sleep the other night, I grabbed Hunger Games from my nightstand and I dove in.
Three days later I emerged. Exhausted and sad to have finished the trilogy I made my way back into life. However, the books still haunt me. So much so, that I am actually considering reading 50 Shades of Grey, so I can stop thinking of Kantiss and Peeta. Until I go watch the movie, of course.
All in all, the books are such an easy, enjoyable read. One could put a lot of thought into the parallels (hunger games…sending our children off to war etc) or one could just read the books and get caught up with the thrilling story of the Hunger Games. I absolutely LOVED the books and am therefore declaring The Hunger Games trilogy an Arm Candy Confessions MUST READ!