Update, 27 March, Tuesday:
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I’ve had some blogging anxiety writing this post. After the seriousness of my last post, Our part in the Kony 2012 narrative, I felt it a little unfair to introduce my latest indulgence (although Colin refers to it as an overnight addiction, for which it definitely is) with such girly, fantasy dramatization that it might sincerely affect the sobriety of this blog, or at least any lone reader’s impression of the author.
But I’ve decided to throw that notion out the window of our 5th floor apartment and reveal that I have, indeed, momentarily sold my soul to the Hunger Games hysteria. Only now, I suffer from HG fever of which the pangs are nearly nauseating. Except that the nausea isn’t actually from the book itself, it’s from the very little amount of sleep I’m on today because I stayed up all night finishing the first book in the trilogy.
Here’s what happened:
I’m a terrible fly-er. Actually, I’m a terrible sitter. I don’t do road trips or plane rides or long study sessions at the library well. So 12 hours before we set out for a 16 hour venture to our new home in the land down under, I asked for some book suggestions from friends on Facebook.
10 of 12 comments suggested my new reading material be the Hunger Games trilogy. Because I once read one of the Harry Potter books and I did read the 4th Twilight book (I can never wait through so many books to know the ending), I figured the Hunger Games was somewhere up my alley. But my lack of good planning, and some issues with trying to get 4 iPhones jailbroke and unlocked the night before we left, had me at LAX through our first leg of the trip trying to get to the iBooks store on airport wifi. Of course, airport wifi is always a fail so I boarded the plane with no reading material and a little pouch with a sleeping mask in it in the seat pocket in front of me.
That little mask was like a little gift from Jesus because I slept for 9 of 13 hours on that flight and woke up just in time to watch one movie — the 4th Harry Potter (okay, I’m beginning to sound more fantasy, sci-fi geeky than I ever really thought I was).
In the 5 weeks since we’ve lived in Never Never Land, I have returned to the iBooks store 6 times, exiting each time with a sort of reader’s rage that the Hunger Games is not available = total lame sauce. So I’ve picked some other various reading material instead — a book by the first female Apache pilot in the British army, Half the Sky, and an Anne Lammott first. But no Hunger Games….
…Until yesterday afternoon. Bought it because the Hubstud found me a nifty $5 voucher to the local bookstore two days before, and since I consider any sort of sale or voucher or red sign a good reason to spend large quantities of money, I walked to the bookstore before we headed to the Markets and walked out with a few extra things.
I didn’t actually start reading it though until 10:00 pm. And it was 5:01 am this morning that I stopped reading, but a very accomplished reader I was. I finished the first book!!!!
Then I slept in ’til 11:00 today, missing my class at the gym. Got up, put on a hat and walked back to the bookstore (the cashier yesterday gave me another $5 voucher) and bought the second book in the trilogy before heading to brunch to refuel.
Then this is what happened at brunch:
Post-brunch I watched 3 trailers to the movie twice each.
I am really in a bind because I can’t decide whether I want Katniss to love Gale or Peeta. Gale is just so pretty. But Peeta, he sounds so lovely, too. She could runaway with Gale and live like Snow White in a cottage in the woods. Or she could have china and shortbread biscuits in a suburban townhouse with Peeta. (sigh) Like the same thing I think about Bella, these dumb girls just need to get over their weird, self-righteous indignation and pick someone to love back.
These thoughts have consumed me all night and I even dreamt that Peeta drives a Mini Cooper.
Yes, I have Hunger Games issues. Anyone else?