Let the games begin.

So for the past two years I’ve been so pissed at myself that I haven’t been reading and consistently wanting to do something about it (and consistently not doing anything about it).

About a year ago, two of my friends asked me if I’d ever read The Hunger Games. Which I hadn’t. They insisted that it was a good read and I said what everyone says in this situation: “Okay, I’ll definitely check it out.” And one year later I finally did.

Let me first say that it wasn’t the raves about the books being great that caused me to stop in my tracks at Target and spend the best $13.29 I’ve ever spent in my life. Some of you might know that this March, the film adaption of Suzanne Collins’ book comes out. It was the trailer for this book that got me interested. That and I maintain another blog on tumblr (yeah I said it, sue me) where my dashboard had turned into a .gif-a-thon after the trailer premiered at the MTV Movie Awards. So I thought, why not? What could it hurt?

Two weeks later I was finished with the entire series (3 books) and Holy. Shit.

Let me first start by saying that I couldn’t put the first one down. Maybe 30 hours total was how long it took me to finish it – and that’s with 18 credits and two jobs, mind you. I just couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen next. I think a lot of it can be attributed to Collins’ style – the end of each chapter was like a mini cliffhanger and it kept pulling me back in.

What I loved most about Harry Potter was that it had a love story, but that wasn’t the entire basis of the plot. It was secondary. The Hunger Games is very similar. The bigger picture it the fact that Katniss Everdeen lives in a world that sacrifices youth for entertainment and power. That’s that impressed me the most – imagine living in a world like that. And of course there’s Gale Hawthorne and the wonderful specismen of fictional man that is Peeta Mellark.

Of the three books – The Hunger Games, Catching Fire and Mockingjay – I’d have to say the final installment was my favorite.

I’m not a book spoiler, or a movie spoiler so I’m having a hard time to bring myself to reveal even the smallest most meaningless details, but I can say that Mockingjay made everything that lead up to it real. I’d love to give a play by play of each book but I feel like even revealing the book jacket of the second book gives you crucial answers as to what happens in the first.

I’m so cryptive, Jesus.

What I can say about the first book is this;

It kept me guessing. I never knew what was coming, and I’m usually pretty good about those kind of things. There was nothing predictable about it – every time I thought I knew where it was going, I was usually wrong, and I love when that happens because that means the writer knows exactly how her audience is thinking, and she knows how to trick them.

So have I enticed you to read this? I don’t know. I’ve probably just confused you. But watch the trailer, at least. And then make the decision whether or not to read the book.

It sucks that visuals are much more effective at grabbing our attention – that’s probably why so many books are made into movies. That’s what enticed me but I stayed for the story.

Should I even compare it to the ground breaker that was Harry Potter? Probably not, because they’re very different stories. But it has been a very, very long time since I’ve enjoyed a series quite like I did Harry.

Here’s something to think about.

Remember that beautiful, heartbreaking and romantic line that Snape utters? ‘”Always?”

Yeah well it makes a nice cameo in Mockingjay. Just saying.

I’m determined to read at least 50 books this year. So far I’ve got four. Four in one month is about 1 a week. Not too bad. I’ll try to review them as best I can but I’m not much of a critic (need proof? see above).

Check out the trailer right hurrr.

And may the odds be ever in your favor.

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