In which I release my very real emotions about The Hunger Games

Ok, listen, I know what I’m about to say might seem like cheap pandering for support and comments, but you’ll just have to trust me that it’s 100% sincere and true and a big part of what’s on my mind lately.

I am SO excited for The Hunger Games movie.

I know at least 60% of you out there just went, “OMG ROIGHT???!??!?” And those of you that didn’t…well…you can just move along.

The thing is, I read a lot of books. But I don’t get invested in a lot of books. I was invested in the Hunger Games. I was invested in Katniss and whether she would end up with Peeta or Gale. I was invested in the evilness of President Snow. I was invested in the answer to whether or not there should be a line in what you are allowed to do to other human beings. I was invested in whether or not Finnick (or anyone else, for the matter) would ever find happiness.

There was a moment in pretty much every book that I started crying.

I mean, I read the first one in less than four hours. I’m not exaggerating. I. Could. Not. Put. It. Down. I took the longest lunch hour of my life because I just couldn’t tear myself away.

The reason why this is in the forefront of my brain is because I just finished re-reading the third book to my husband. We do this on roadtrips – he’ll drive, I’ll read out loud. Like our own books on tape. I even do voices. I know, I commit.

We started the series when we went to Ohio months ago. And we finished it on our way home from Boston.

I’ve always been the type of person who enjoys re-reading books, and these are no exception. For one, I pick up on things I may have missed the first time (when I was tearing through the pages because I needed to know what happened next. For another, I really like when we’re done reading and we talk about the book. I mean, I was a writing major – I LOVE sitting around talking about characters and plot and motivations. LOVE it. I’m the person who would join a book club to actually talk about the book.

And the third book in this series requires a lot of conversation, for me at least. I’ll put it this way: It was really, really hard to get through the first time I read it. Not because the writing is bad (though I would argue a lot of parts feel rushed because there’s basically an entire war crammed in there), but because there is a lot of heavy stuff going down. People you love die. (Yes, I said love. Welcome to my brain.) And there’s really no time to recover from it before the plot is forced to go on.

Total disclosure (without spoiling anything for those who haven’t read it yet): There is one point in the third book where I literally lose it. I bawled the first time I read it, and I cried AGAIN when I read it to Joey. For some reason, it just hits me in the heart place. Like, even now, I’m thinking about it, and I’m just like, “Ugh…dude. I need a minute.”

I would feel like a total weirdo getting so emotional about something that didn’t actually happen, except for one thing. Literally every person I’ve discussed this “scene” with has looked at me and been like, “Yes. That was the moment that broke me too.”

You have to admit it’s pretty amazing when a book can make a bunch of different people have the exact same emotion in the exact same moment. (Ok, maybe not everyone bawled…like I said, I get invested.)

So anyway. I’m really glad they’re making the books into movies, because apparently I’m not ready to let this one go yet. And the first book is my favorite anyway, so I’m excited to see it played out. (Although I have to admit, I will be pissed if they mess it up. (Looking at you, Lionsgate.)


Anyone else?

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