Lately, without a T.V. or anything productive to do, I have been able to buckle down and do a very good amount of reading. I had been slacking a lot lately because I just moved for about the ten billionth time this year, and there were countless things that needed to be done.
But, after a good amount of time at the library, I left with a stack of carefully selected books.
First,
The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. I know you are probably wondering how in the world I have just approached the wonderful series. Sadly, I have to admit that I was incredibly hesitant to read the book. I had no explanation for my reluctance; I had heard numerous fantastic reviews about it and the plot seemed interesting enough. I just couldn't bring myself to get the cover page. Perhaps it was the lack of mystical creatures or the surplus of action, but I just couldn't. I had checked the book out at least three times from the library but I never got around to reading it. Then, when I checked it out this time I promised myself that I wasn't allowed to read the other books I got until I read
The Hunger Games.
It's safe to say that I am one hundred percent blown away by the first installment. I know I am not the first and I certainly wont be the last when I say it was the perfect young adult action novel. It had emotional depth and a love story that exceeds the expectations of all love stories. The whole book is about betrayal and trust, and unless you read ahead there is no way of knowing what is going to happen next or who is going to die next.
What surprised me is the amount of tears I shed while I was reading it. I'm not exaggerating when I say that I cried at least one time each chapter. Because really, how could you not tear up when there is this fifteen year old girl that sacrifices herself for her little sister and thrown into a barbaric game of slaughter, when the only hope she really has is luck. Granted, Katniss is skilled and resourceful and quite intelligent, but there were others who had been trained their whole life for the Hunger Games. It was really just an emotional ride for me.
My only regret upon taking that novel out of the library is that I forgot to snatch the following two, which were readily available for check out. I'm excited, though, to see how the story goes from there on out with poor, love-struck Peeta and poor, confused Katniss. I have been informed, though, that I will cry a lot harder and I will be tearing my hair out.
The second book was
Witch and Wizard by James Patterson. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to say what compelled me to take that book off of the shelf. I don't know anybody who has read it, and I could tell from the description that there was an extreme lack of romance. There wasn't particularly zero romance, it's just not the kind that leaves you at the edge of your seat with an "AWWW" threatening to burst from your mouth.
However, the novel was a surprising good and quick read. It was a very fast-paced novel with sneaky little tricks around each corner. The narration, in my opinion, was excellent, alternating between fifteen-year-old Whisty and her seventeen-year-old brother Whit. Very cute, very comical, very fun.
To say the least, I would recommend this book to those looking for light read.
The last book I am going to discuss in this post is
Generation Dead by Daniel Waters. Please, don't get me wrong, it was a good book. An original idea, cute little background. The narration just seemed so artificial to me. Like Waters was trying much too hard to sound like a teenager. I'm not really sure how I can explain how I feel about the novel. But I can say that I felt very disconnected from the characters. All, that is, except for Adam, who I felt was the best portrayed.
Even with that in mind, I'll admit that the end left me wondering what was going to happen next, and very much craving the sequel.
All three of the above books are worht reading, and I am happy I selected them. Input on my oppinons? Good or bad, you can leave it in a comment below.
-BookBreather
