Over the last two days, I have binge-read the Hunger Games trilogy.
And now I’m having major withdrawals. I considered saving the third book for today, anticipating that depression would set in once I’d finished.
But, of course, I didn’t. I have no self-control. And I really, really liked reading these books.
I am always the last one to jump on a bandwagon. The ‘Hunger Games’ trilogy has been extremely popular for years and I never seriously considered reading them.
I’m not sure why this is. I remember them flying off the shelves when I worked in a book store a few years ago. Around the same time, the ‘Twilight’ books were also doing big business, so possibly I unconsciously related them in my mind. (However, I don’t plan to read that series.)
Another reason I may have overlooked the ‘Hunger Games’ series was because my Aunty recommended them. I love her and trust her taste, but at the time she was also avidly reading the ‘Twilight’ series, so… just no.
Anyway, jump cut to the present, where I find myself with the sudden urge to read the series. Why? The only reason I can think of is that I saw the trailer for the second movie in the ‘Hunger Games’ series and I was immediately excited to watch it.
I remember viewing the first one when it was released and I really enjoyed it, but for whatever reason, it didn’t make me rush out and purchase the books. So, this time around I think it all just came down to timing.
A few days after watching the trailer, I was seeing ‘Hunger Games’ promotional material everywhere and I went to the shops with my mum. It was Thursday. I was facing three days off of work with nothing planned and I was eager for something new to consume: a great television series or a great book.
At first, it seemed as if a television series was going to eat up my days off; I bought ‘Mad Men’ season 6 and the second series of ‘Twin Peaks.’ I figured that I was all set for a TV series marathon.
Until I wandered into a book store while waiting for my mum and began browsing. Within seconds, I had seen about eight books that I really wanted to read but the ‘Hunger Games’ series caught my eye. I hadn’t seen the new covers, the ‘adult’ version.
I considered buying them but they were $20 each and I had just spent a considerable amount of money on DVDs, so I didn’t. I had the sneaking suspicion that I would regret doing so.
Later at home, I mentioned that I almost bought the books to my brother and he said, “Lucky you didn’t because I already have the first one.”
So, that’s how that started.
Next thing I know, the second half of the day is spent engrossed in the first book ‘The Hunger Games.’ I didn’t get very far in it before knowing that I would have to somehow get the next two, and fast.
I finished the first book that night and the next morning, I went to the local shops in search for the other two. I found the second book ‘Catching Fire’ at the library but none of the shops had the third book ‘Mockingjay.’
Eager to read the second book but knowing that pretty soon I would be desperate for the third, I went home.
And I read. And read. And read. Near to the end, I sent my sister a text begging her to buy the third book for me after she finished work, which she did.
I finished the second book at around 5pm, but decided to have a little break. I discussed it with my mum; she advised me to save the third for today and I knew that she was right.
But still I didn’t listen. I devoured that sucker, reading until midnight had come and gone.
After I was finished, I was in kind of a post-binge reading stupor. Completely caught up in the ‘Hunger Games’ world but having no choice but to wake up back in reality.
It took me a long time to fall asleep.
Now, it’s today. I had hoped that a night of sleeping would have shaken me out of the stupor but most of it remained. I wandered aimlessly through the house, not feeling like doing anything but reading more of the books. Except there aren’t anymore.
Finally, I decided that I needed to be productive. Getting things done and completing tasks would distract me out of my funk.
So, I sat down to my computer with the aim of continuing a story that I’ve been working on.
But nothing happened. I was still so entrenched in the world of the ‘Hunger Games’; I couldn’t focus on another world. I was still stuck inside Katniss’ head; I couldn’t see from another character’s point of view.
So, I did the only thing I could think of. I wrote about it. About the books and my experience with them.
This is a very self-indulgent blog post. I am basically trying to rid myself of an obsession by going on and on about it. Purging myself of the ‘Hunger Games,’ I guess.
Now, here I am. Having got all of that out of my system. Thank you, readers, if you made it this far. My mind feels somewhat clearer now.
I may just be able to work on my story.
Wish me luck!
And may the odds be ever in your favour!