On reading.
I am surprised by how much I'm getting into 'The Hunger Games'. I saw the movie in the theater with Jon and Lioness and enjoyed it but didn't really think anything of it. I wanted to read the books before the second movie comes out (sometime this year, I think?). I started the first one the other day and finished it yesterday, mostly in a few hours of straight reading. I set it down after finishing, went on Facebook on my phone for a minute or two, and then picked it up to keep reading. This is the first book/series in quite awhile that I just felt like I couldn't put down. When I was younger I felt that way all the time: Redwall, LOTR, Game of Thrones, etc. I just plowed through them. I read in the bathtub, in class, at church, walking down the hall at school...everywhere.
I have other books to read and I was going to tide myself over with them until I could conveniently run to the library later in the week and get the second and third books in the series. I kept looking up stuff about the series online this afternoon and finally just broke down, called the library to make sure they were in, and got dressed just to go get them. I sat in the parking lot and read the first three or four pages of 'Catching Fire' before I even started the car to go back home.
This feels so weird. They're good books, but it's 'teen fiction' so it's really easy and not as complex (at least not yet) as, say 'Game of Thrones'. But it's totally distracting to me! I love it. I love feeling this way about a book. I remember always getting in trouble when I was growing up for reading when I was supposed to be doing other things. I would find a book while cleaning my room and spend the next half-hour crouched on the floor surreptitiously thumbing through it (even though I wasn't allowed to play or have dinner or do anything else until the room was clean). I once took a book of my sister's not just into the bathtub but into the SHOWER, letting the water fall on my back while I held the novel away from the stream. I had glow-in-the-dark nail polish at one point and tried desperately to use its light to read 'Pippi Longstocking' under the covers after bedtime (it did not work...I had to use the moonlight and was promptly caught with my head under the curtain). I missed this unquenchable passion for the next adventure, the next character, the "what happens now?!".
So anyway, apparently The Hunger Games has started that fire again. Which is fabulous. Fuck to the yeah.
I have other books to read and I was going to tide myself over with them until I could conveniently run to the library later in the week and get the second and third books in the series. I kept looking up stuff about the series online this afternoon and finally just broke down, called the library to make sure they were in, and got dressed just to go get them. I sat in the parking lot and read the first three or four pages of 'Catching Fire' before I even started the car to go back home.
This feels so weird. They're good books, but it's 'teen fiction' so it's really easy and not as complex (at least not yet) as, say 'Game of Thrones'. But it's totally distracting to me! I love it. I love feeling this way about a book. I remember always getting in trouble when I was growing up for reading when I was supposed to be doing other things. I would find a book while cleaning my room and spend the next half-hour crouched on the floor surreptitiously thumbing through it (even though I wasn't allowed to play or have dinner or do anything else until the room was clean). I once took a book of my sister's not just into the bathtub but into the SHOWER, letting the water fall on my back while I held the novel away from the stream. I had glow-in-the-dark nail polish at one point and tried desperately to use its light to read 'Pippi Longstocking' under the covers after bedtime (it did not work...I had to use the moonlight and was promptly caught with my head under the curtain). I missed this unquenchable passion for the next adventure, the next character, the "what happens now?!".
So anyway, apparently The Hunger Games has started that fire again. Which is fabulous. Fuck to the yeah.