Oh my geezie peezie.
A. Maz. Ing.
I just finished The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins (no seriously... I didn't sleep last night, like, at all, so I was up until 730 in the morning finishing it!) and I'm kicking myself in the patootie for not literally ripping this thing off the shelf in the book store every time I walked by it before Tuesday.
What is my problem?
Katniss is strong and determined. Gale is amazing. And Peeta. I absolutely love Peeta. The love from afar that she never knew about. The characters in the story were so likeable (the ones who were SUPPOSED to be anyway).
Katniss volunteers in her sister's place to be a player in the Hunger Games. Where you basically compete for your life against 2 players from every other district, PLUS 1 more from your own. Whoever is the last one standing wins. It's not a game where friendship matters, where alliances matter (in the end), where loyalty matters... until Katniss and Peeta.
Two tributes from the same district. They've been the ones to watch from the get-go. The girl on fire. That's what they call Katniss. Along with her best friend Gale she's been breaking the rules and hunting out of bounds for food to feed her family. She's impressed and offended the people in charge and her hair & make-up team try and help her do damage control. Peeta is the baker's son. He can paint and he can decorate, but can he do much else?
I want to sprint back to the store and pick up Catching Fire and MockingJay now.
If I had been sitting in a chair the whole time I read this book, I'd have been on the edge of it. Heck, I might have even fallen off a time or two. This was a totally outstanding read, and I'm glad I waited until all 3 books were out before reading the first one. Because I really don't think I'd be able to wait for the release of anymore. Now if only I could make it to the store to grab the other two.
READ IT if you haven't. That's an order! I will follow you all around until you do.