So, let me be straight about something here.
I’ve been something of a couch potato this week, engaging in no physical activity other than walking to the El, or plodding between the kitchen and living room in my house.
I’m still recovering a bit physically (my arms and legs are pretty much back to their former selves though), and I’m recovering mentally from the giant-ness of all the training I just did, the triathlon I just finished, and the idea of What Comes Next.
Because something always comes next.
However, in the interim I’m sitting, taking ibuprofen when necessary, and trying to refrain from plotting my next move.
So last night I picked up one of the books I noted yesterday and made myself comfortable on my loveseat.
And then I read it until I was over.
Not entirely impressive, since it was a young adult title, and the font was really gigantic, but still, it was nice to get the whole story in one sitting.
Which one was it?
The Hunger Games was fast, exciting, and a little bit crazy. It sort of reminded me of an updated, crazier version of The Giver, or maybe a less science-y Margaret Atwood, but in any case, I recommend it. So does my sister, who originally threw the idea my way.
Basically the book is set in a place where the annual must-see TV event involves sending a boy and girl child from each district in the country into a giant arena where all 24 of them (12 districts, you see) try to kill each other.
And the whole country watches.
And whoever wins is basically the hero of the country.
Totally crazy, but totally good, and fast paced. Pick it up if you’re heading into September without a book recommendation (because it is back to school time, friends).
The best part?
Keep ‘em coming.
Have a good day chickadees!