I read “The Hunger Games” trilogy and loved the books. In my true form, I talked about the books constantly – to anyone who would listen. I even convinced a few people to read them.
When you describe the books to people – post apocalypse North America, children fighting in the annual Hunger Games to the death, starving, desperate people – it’s a hard sell. I don’t know about you, but my friends don’t want to read “that type” of book. I had to make some pretty compelling speeches to get people to read the books.
My speeches were so compelling that my oldest daughter wanted to read the books.
I love to read. If I can pass anything onto my kids… reading would be at the top of the list. So, when my daughter, who doesn’t read nearly as much I as did at her age, asked to read the books. I jumped on it. I was thrilled. I ordered her the books immediately.
Consequently, I actually got a little flack from “some people” for letting her read the books. They thought the books were too violent with a terrible subject matter. If these same people took the time to research the books, even a little, they would see that even Scholastic Books – book seller to the schools – lists the targeted age group for this series as 11-13. (Now, maybe I should be embarrassed that I loved these books so much!)
I couldn’t be more excited that she is reading and enjoying the books. She just finished the second book, “Catching Fire,” and has now started reading “Mockingjay,” the final book.
Only once, when I woke up in the morning, was she laying on the floor next to my bed – after reading a scary part in the book.
the coffee club (and me) 