The Hunger Games

I had a difficult time starting this book. I recognized too much of the dystopian future it presented, and I kept seeing the events happen before I got to them. Then, too, I'd started reading it simply because others had told me how much they loved it.

But something happened once the Games truly began. I couldn't stop reading, I couldn't wait to return to the arena, and I could't wait to be there with her. Katniss.

I laughed. I cried. I felt my heart catch in my throat. Few books have ever done that to me, if any.

I am no longer loathe to admit...I loved this book and, like Katniss, was “dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.”