The Hunger Games

Lately I’ve been having all sorts of profound thoughts.

I think  reading The Hunger Games has triggered a little bit of my “old” self (read: pre-mommy days) and I actually have opinions. I know. Shocking.

I had no interest in reading the Hunger Games even though it seemed that everyone around me was raving about  how great it  was. The plot just  did not appeal to me. At  all.

I love reading. I am partial to young adult fantasy.  Not real. Happy endings. I’m good with that. But after watching Eclipse, I just felt  like I needed to escape the Twilight world. I needed a break from Jacob’s broken heart, Bella’s lack of zest for life, and Edwards perceived perfection. That being said, I borrowed The Hunger Games and it’s sequel, Catching Fire.

And. I. Loved. It!

Really, I found them as intriguing as everyone said I would. Albeit I  had low expectations, so  needless to say, it surpassed them. Can I get a whoop-whoop for Katniss?!

After finishing Catching Fire and talking with a friend about the books, I realized why I was as disappointed with Eclipse as much as I enjoyed it… The movie, that is.

I.Am.So.Sick.Of.Bella! (sorry, Kristen Stewart. Nothing personal.)

But  I’ll save that for later.

Anyway, If you’re on the fence about The Hunger Games, I’ll just say that it wasn’t as disturbing as I worried they would be. It was a lot more light hearted than I had anticipated. It was a story I got caught  up in and found myself emotionally connected to, and though  it may not be the greatest story ever told, it is one worth reading.

In my opinion.