Rating: Chocolate Cake
After I read The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, I was hungry for more.
I flipped the last page and, with disappointment, flung the book down, frustrated that it had one of those open-ended conclusions, the conclusions that force you to fill in the blanks and imagine what happened. I seemed to go through the stages of reaching acceptance- first denial, then sadness, then anger, etc.
Later that evening, I was browsing the internet, looking at reviews of the book to see what other people made of the ending, when I learned something miraculous.
**Insert drum roll here**
There are two more books. Two. More. Books.
In that instant of realization, I experienced a massive mood shift. Before, I was glum, sitting on my couch, wearing pajamas, and trying to figure out what book I could read next that would even come close to The Hunger Games. Less than 5 minutes later, I had made a phone call to my local bookstore, verified that they had the next book, gotten dressed, and was in my car, belting out whatever song happened to be on the radio. I made it to the bookstore only 2 minutes before they were going to close for the night and I had to ask some nice looking worker to open a cash register and please, pretty please, let me buy this book.
As you may gather, this was an addiction. I think that if I had to wait any longer for that second book, I may very well have started to start sweating or shaking.
Very few books inspire this level of passion from me. Yes, it’s labeled as Young Adult Literature. Yes, I have students that are also reading it. That does not change the fact that this book (and series) are worth reading by any age group or gender.