Stretch your mind, if you will, back about two years ago. You didn’t know what you were missing in those days. You were ignorant, benign, free as a bird. Then you found Hunger Games in a desolate pile of advanced reader books in the back of your small bookstore. It just happened to have a better cover than all the other galleys, and you recognized the author’s name from that Gregor series you’d also never read. You read the blurb on the back, and it was odd. You were skeptical. After all, this sort of genre really wasn’t your thing.
The next day the book was done, and you were desperate for the next one in the series to come out. No other book – teen, adult, series, stand-alone, romance, vampire, mystery… NOTHING would satisfy but Catching Fire. You waited another year, full of angst, for the sequel.
Which was also done within a day. Oh, Suzanne Collins! How do you do whatever it is that you do?! And why, oh why could I not have discovered these books on August 25th, the day after Mockingjay‘s release?