06/28/2012

After having read the terrible first book in the Sookie Stackhouse series, I thought it might be a good time to finally read The Hunger Games, the first book of which I bought before the movie even came out.

At first I was a little disgruntled before even reading the first paragraph because the book has that sort of teenager feel with the wide spacing between lines and words. You know, the kinds of books readers read when they’re thirteen and fourteen years old.

And then I was disgruntled because it took a long time to really get going. I felt like it spent a long time on the preparation for the actual games, and that the games didn’t actually start until somewhere around the middle of the book.

After that it was pretty damn good.
It’s written in the first person present tense, which was difficult for me to get used to at first, and every now and then I would catch myself getting confused when I would revert back into thinking it should be past tense, but on the whole it was okay and didn’t really detract from my enjoyment of the story.

What detracted the most was trying to frantically read the book while at work. I got through between last night and right now, so it took a total of about ten hours to read through from cover to cover, even with the distraction of work. But there were a coupld places where I had to pull myself together to keep from sounding all gushy when picking up a phone call.

The main character is heartless because her situation growing up more or less demanded her to be, and then the supporting character is in love with her and she just can’t return it, maybe because she doesn’t know how, or because she’s conflicted about her feelings that are tangled because of her hunting companion from back home.

Very good. It gave me so much anxiety and pain for the supporting character.

I won’t be able to buy the second book until the end of next week, but I’m looking forward to it.

I had to break up the sameness of reading Sherlock Holmes. I’m on page 265 out of 1077, and that doesn’t seem like a big deal only there are an average of 800 words per page in this book, as compared to the average  of 280 per page in the Hunger Games, at a total of only 374 pages. I love Sherlock Holmes so much, but it’s just taking a really log time to read!

I don’t know what’s happened recently though. I just want to read all the time! And the more that I read the more I want to write and now it’s all I ever do when I go home and get on the computer or sit in front of the tv or try to do anything else. I think about reading or writing.

Best. Thing. Ever!

I don’t know that I am necessarily doing or writing anything productive, but it’s fun and I really enjoy it and now I constantly go to bed with my head full of things I want to write about. That can get frustrating because it tends to keep me awake, but I don’t really mind on a whole.