So the other day I read this statement in one of my shelf awareness issues...
"Ray Bradbury's The Martian Chronicles. I still vividly remember reading this book when I was 11; it cast a spell on me like nothing ever had before. For days afterward, I felt feverish, disoriented, changed. A sense of simply not knowing what to do with myself. Even today, those symptoms follow after I've finished a great book."
That was author Paul Russell's response when asked to name a book that had changed his life.
I mildly embarrassed to say that I've also felt (although way less intensely) the same way after reading a book before. Now, that statement in itself isn't the embarrassing part, rather, it's the fact that The Hunger Games books are the ones that gave me those feverish disoriented feelings.
But it happened.
Last summer, I finally gave in to the Hunger Games craze and read those books. And when I say I read them, I really mean that I devoured them.... like non-stop, can't put it down, dreamed about them kind of devoured. I got so into them (especially the last book) that I got all cold and clammy (I know embarrassing, right?) and had to go outside to read because I was literally shivering in my only moderately air conditioned house.
Geez.
"Ray Bradbury's The Martian Chronicles. I still vividly remember reading this book when I was 11; it cast a spell on me like nothing ever had before. For days afterward, I felt feverish, disoriented, changed. A sense of simply not knowing what to do with myself. Even today, those symptoms follow after I've finished a great book."
That was author Paul Russell's response when asked to name a book that had changed his life.
I mildly embarrassed to say that I've also felt (although way less intensely) the same way after reading a book before. Now, that statement in itself isn't the embarrassing part, rather, it's the fact that The Hunger Games books are the ones that gave me those feverish disoriented feelings.
But it happened.
Last summer, I finally gave in to the Hunger Games craze and read those books. And when I say I read them, I really mean that I devoured them.... like non-stop, can't put it down, dreamed about them kind of devoured. I got so into them (especially the last book) that I got all cold and clammy (I know embarrassing, right?) and had to go outside to read because I was literally shivering in my only moderately air conditioned house.
Geez.
Now, there's a trailer for the movie and I'm kind of excited by it.
Are you?
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