You know those famines for good books? Every book you read is just kind of "blech"?
This week was NOT one of those weeks! Fantastic books every time I picked one up.
First, I finished "Breaking Night" by Liz Murray. Really amazing.
Then there was "Girl, Stolen" by April Henry. Pretty good for the age group.
Then I was completely swept up in "Mockingjay"
In case you haven't caught on, I LOVED it! I had absolutely no idea what would happen on the next page. The imagination for torture, love, war, murder is incredible. The ending was appropriately anti-climactic. A lot like life. I mean the ending, ending. The ending of the Capitol's reign is NOT anti-climactic. Suzanne Collins is brilliant.
So then I had refresh my memory by re-reading "Catching Fire."
And now I want to read "Mockingjay" again. But I didn't. I was obsessing and I knew it.
And so I made myself refocus on a completely different genre.
"Little Princes" is currently in ARC form and I took it with me to church today. I was paying attention during Sunday School. Really, I was. I'm still working on it but think of John Krakauer and the work he did with the Lost Boys in southern Utah except replace southern Utah boys with Nepalese orphans. Or "Three Cups of Tea" only with hilarious anecdotes and dialogue and a little bit of romance. This author is a fantastic story teller, precisely describing the political unrest in Nepal with a wonderful sense of humor. I'm still laughing about the Jablo.
This week I am going to finish Little Princes. I will also read
Maybe I will read "Mockingjay" again. But that just might be too weird.