Thursday, March 22, 2012


Last night I bought my tickets for The Hunger Games movie. I know. I can't believe it either. It's finally here. I feel as if I've been waiting for this movie to come out for years and years and... well. I have. We all have.
As I was waiting in line I started thinking about when I first heard about the book. Long before it hit the shelves I read about the awesome that is The Hunger Games on some editor's blog. I don't even remember who it was. And then it popped up on an agent's blog and then another and I thought, hmm... this book doesn't exactly sound like something I'd like to read but maybe I'll pick it up anyway.
And I did.
The day it came out I was there in the bookstore staring down at that black cover with the golden bird pin thinking... this doesn't really look like a book I would read.
But I bought it anyway.
And I didn't read it right away. It sat on top of my TBR pile and I even cheated and read a few books before it because, really, it's not a book I would read.
But while I was in Utah visiting family I got sick. It began with a cold that later turned into morning sickness (don't worry, most colds don't lead to a baby) and since I was lying around anyway I picked up that book with the black cover and the golden bird and I started reading.
And I swear the first chapter in I was thinking about the movie because that's what good books do, they make you see them, imagine them in your mind. And once those images are floating around in your mind the next obvious step is to see it all play out on a big screen while munching candy from a box.
The funny thing is before I was even a fan of Suzanne Collins I was a fan of Suzanne Collins. While I was reading The Hunger Games and telling everyone who would listen how freaking amazing the books were, my daughter had already fallen in love with the Little Bear and Oswald cartoons. Did you know she writes them? Of course you did.

So, yes. I'm very excited for tomorrow when I finally get to see this book through Gary Ross's imagination. I hear he's been respectful. I hear they all have been.
I finally get to see Katniss and Peeta, Prim and Gale and Rue. These characters I have read about will be moving around in front of me while I grip my husband's hand tightly and try not to cry, because you know I'm going to. Good writing does that to me.

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