Mourning
I am in mourning. I hate to admit it. I hate that it's true. But it is. I am officially in mourning. I mourned yesterday and I will continue to mourn today. Then I will let it go and tomorrow will be the normal day I am used to having. But to be muddy clear, it is not your typical type of mourning.
A while back, Handy Hubby and I rented 'The Hunger Games'. I hated everything about it. Truth be told, I didn't even finish the movie. I couldn't follow it. I didn't care about the characters. I didn't understand the backstory. So I gave up on it. Until I found out that the movie was based on the first book in a trilogy. And, it seemed, a wildly popular trilogy. So, I downloaded the book onto my Nook and started reading - hoping I could find the fantastic story I feel the movie missed out on. I found it. Then I devoured 'Catching Fire' and 'The Mockingjay'. Once I finished the trilogy, I started feeling the symptoms of withdrawls (well, what I would assume were symptoms of withdrawls as I have never actually experienced withdrawls. Well, that may not be true either as I have had horrendous headaches on days I have not had any caffeine/hot tea). So my way of coping with this new problem was to go out and purchase 'The Hunger Games' movie and then start re-reading the three books. About this time, the 'Catching Fire' movie entered the theatres (of which I went and saw twice). The second installment is SO much better than the first! And I am counting down the days until I am able to purchase this movie as well.
Now that I had re-read The Hunger Games series, I was at a loss. I needed something new to read. So I started asking around, getting opinions from those in the know. The 'Divergent' series was the answer I got over and over again. I wasn't too keen on starting another trilogy, but decided that that many people couldn't be wrong.
Within a few pages, I was completely hooked. I have spent the last month entranced by these books, by the perils of Tris and Four. I would read before bed and sleep restlessly all night, not being able to get whatever was going on in the books out of my head. I would carve out time during the day that I should have been doing important things, just to have another few minutes to read. People were neglected (no, not the Littles - just big people), blogs remained unwritten, sleep was deprived. I finally finished the last book yesterday afternoon and I will admit that I cried like a baby. I re-read the last four chapters last night before bed and cried again. Today I am at a loss.
I am mourning the end of the series, the end of eavesdropping on characters that I came to regard, and to try and wrap my head around an ending I just didn't see coming. And I bide my time. The movie based on the first book of the series comes out on March 21st. I know I will start re-reading the series, but I want to time it properly to finish the first book again right before I see the movie. If I can wait that long. Sick, right? Yeah, I know.
Handy Hubby asked me once why I turned around and re-read the books again right after reading it the first time. I can say that I have not done that before The Hunger Games series. I have many books I own and love and have re-read many times over, but none started directly after finishing the initial reading. But these are trilogies. So much happened between the first book and the last, and now that I know the ending, I can re-read the books catching the nuances missed in the first reading. It's like watching a movie for the first time. You are so caught up in the 'big-picture' that you don't see the tiny details until the next time you watch it. And those tiny details can be half the fun.
So today I distractedly mourn. I have plenty of extra time in my day that had previously been spent reading. I know that there are those of you out there that probably think I am a bit mental right now, but I also know that there are a few of you out there that know exactly how I feel. You have been there. But it's ok, you don't have to admit it. I can 'be brave'. JCMT
A while back, Handy Hubby and I rented 'The Hunger Games'. I hated everything about it. Truth be told, I didn't even finish the movie. I couldn't follow it. I didn't care about the characters. I didn't understand the backstory. So I gave up on it. Until I found out that the movie was based on the first book in a trilogy. And, it seemed, a wildly popular trilogy. So, I downloaded the book onto my Nook and started reading - hoping I could find the fantastic story I feel the movie missed out on. I found it. Then I devoured 'Catching Fire' and 'The Mockingjay'. Once I finished the trilogy, I started feeling the symptoms of withdrawls (well, what I would assume were symptoms of withdrawls as I have never actually experienced withdrawls. Well, that may not be true either as I have had horrendous headaches on days I have not had any caffeine/hot tea). So my way of coping with this new problem was to go out and purchase 'The Hunger Games' movie and then start re-reading the three books. About this time, the 'Catching Fire' movie entered the theatres (of which I went and saw twice). The second installment is SO much better than the first! And I am counting down the days until I am able to purchase this movie as well.
Now that I had re-read The Hunger Games series, I was at a loss. I needed something new to read. So I started asking around, getting opinions from those in the know. The 'Divergent' series was the answer I got over and over again. I wasn't too keen on starting another trilogy, but decided that that many people couldn't be wrong.
Within a few pages, I was completely hooked. I have spent the last month entranced by these books, by the perils of Tris and Four. I would read before bed and sleep restlessly all night, not being able to get whatever was going on in the books out of my head. I would carve out time during the day that I should have been doing important things, just to have another few minutes to read. People were neglected (no, not the Littles - just big people), blogs remained unwritten, sleep was deprived. I finally finished the last book yesterday afternoon and I will admit that I cried like a baby. I re-read the last four chapters last night before bed and cried again. Today I am at a loss.
I am mourning the end of the series, the end of eavesdropping on characters that I came to regard, and to try and wrap my head around an ending I just didn't see coming. And I bide my time. The movie based on the first book of the series comes out on March 21st. I know I will start re-reading the series, but I want to time it properly to finish the first book again right before I see the movie. If I can wait that long. Sick, right? Yeah, I know.
Handy Hubby asked me once why I turned around and re-read the books again right after reading it the first time. I can say that I have not done that before The Hunger Games series. I have many books I own and love and have re-read many times over, but none started directly after finishing the initial reading. But these are trilogies. So much happened between the first book and the last, and now that I know the ending, I can re-read the books catching the nuances missed in the first reading. It's like watching a movie for the first time. You are so caught up in the 'big-picture' that you don't see the tiny details until the next time you watch it. And those tiny details can be half the fun.
So today I distractedly mourn. I have plenty of extra time in my day that had previously been spent reading. I know that there are those of you out there that probably think I am a bit mental right now, but I also know that there are a few of you out there that know exactly how I feel. You have been there. But it's ok, you don't have to admit it. I can 'be brave'. JCMT
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