This is embarrassing to admit, but I'm just awakening from a 72 hour Hunger Games induced coma. I have read the entire trilogy - all three books - since Friday night. I'm not proud people, but this is how it happened...
As I told you on Friday, Eric & I rented Catching Fire & I couldn't wait to watch it. We popped it into the player & settled in. The movie was great. I love Jennifer Lawrence. I adored watching Katniss genuinely start to have feelings for Peeta. I was completely enthralled in the movie.
But then when it ended, I felt like I'd missed something. It was the exact same gut feeling I had after watching Twilight. I knew there had to be a whole lot more to the story than what I was getting on screen. I mean the golden rule of every English teacher is that the book is always better than the movie, right? So I made a bold move - I downloaded the trilogy & got to work.
I pushed through the first book at a reasonable pace. I read in the car on the way to my parents' house, then before bed. I wasn't overly involved at this point & was wholly present at my Grandma's birthday part & visiting with my family. It wasn't until after the party that got sucked in. I read for two hours before bed that night. Then I read again on the car ride home, completely ignoring my wonderful husband who was driving again, even though we normally take turns. I feel bad now, but at that point I was too invested to stop. I needed more information.
Upon arrival at home, I unpacked & made lunch, then promptly plopped on the couch. I became useless to my husband. I let Ella play on the floor, I'd stop and acknowledge waht she needed when she came over to me, but I was not my usual self at all. I laid on the couch, attached to the books.
Yesterday at work, I finished Catching Fire during my class' independent reading time, them immediately began Mockingjay - reading through lunch & in every spare minute. At the gym yesterday, I rode the bike for over an hour, absorbed in the book. (But burning over 500 calories in the process...) And at 9:45 p.m. last night, I finished the trilogy, emerging just as triumphant and exhausted as a victor, from my Hunger Games induced coma. Satisfied that now I know, and that I was right, the books were far better than the movies.
Am I proud of this? No. But it happens. I got sucked in. Just as so many people do. It could have been online poker. It could have been binge watching an entire television series. But at least I can say I got lost in a book...