Apr 29, 2011 15:50
Just finished The Hunger Games trilogy. Took me about a week, give or take, because my reading time is severely limited. Have to say, absolute fantastic books. I cried at least twice in each one, and obviously, at the end. As rarely as it happens this is a series that ended exactly how I wanted it to end.
Reading such amazing books always makes me want to take up writing again. Not just my kids book kind of writing, but actual writing-a-story-that-goes-somewhere writing. My lust for apocalyptic, dystopian society is always stoked by stories like The Hunger Games, The Stand, Monster Island, etc.
Summer is rapidly approaching. The usual depression is hovering close by. I don't know what it is about summer and spring that make me feel like it's always there, on my periphery, waiting to strike. This should be a happy time, but I can't enjoy it. It feels like it's slipping away before it's even gotten here, like I'm losing something or wasting something and I usually end up anxious and manic for the entire season. I hate feeling like this. At least when I'm already depressed, I just feel shitty and negative. When it feels like it's going to happen at any second I'm always on my guard, always looking over my shoulder, so to speak. Ugh.