A few weeks ago, I came across this book and posted on Instagram about it. The Girl Who Was On Fire is a non-fiction collection of essays from some of the most famous YA authors about The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.
This is ridiculous! I’m tearing up every few minutes just reading this book! This is a nonfiction book about what some great authors have to say about #TheHungerGames, it’s not even the actual story, I’m just reading about the story. Just… I can’t even. ? #suzannecollins #booklovers #bibliophile #hungergames #currentlyreading #canteven #books #bookstagram #thegirlwhowasonfire
Yes, I was reading essays about The Hunger Games and I kept crying thinking about those parts in the book they were talking about, okay. I can’t help it if I feel too much. =P
Of course, then I had to reread The Hunger Games again. For the fourth time.
Well, sort of.
I started reading it again three weeks ago. Got through the first book, got through the second… crying all the time, of course. Got to the third book, and all of a sudden…
I just couldn’t, knowing what was coming, knowing it was going to end.
So I decided not to. I decided to read some other books.
Well, I tried anyway.
Didn’t even get past the first page.
I won’t blame the last couple of books because honestly, I wasn’t in the right frame of mind, but the first two, yeah, don’t bother.
Anyway, it’s been a rough couple of weeks because I couldn’t get into any book I tried to read and I didn’t want to finish The Hunger Games… I think I’m probably going to finish it anyway in the next week or so, but in the meantime, I just feel like moping about it.
Thank goodness I’ve got other stuff to keep me busy for now. Until next time, may the odds be ever in your favor.
August 13th, 2015