Okay, now I've regained hold of my communicative faculties. I read The Hunger Games last night.
It is one of the most heart-wrenching, grotesque, adrenaline-pumped books I have ever read.
I picked it up yesterday evening and finished it last night. I was entirely distracted while I watched Under the Greenwood Tree with my mom and sister (more on that Greenwood movie later. I wasn't impressed w/ the plot, Peach. It pivoted entirely on too many marriage proposals).
It almost beats The Grapes of Wrath for heart-wrenching.
It equals The Mark of the Lion series for keeping you reading on the seat of your pants (that series should be read with a lot of caution, btw).
I don't know if I've ever physically shaken before while reading a book. For my favorite movies, yes. But a book? I did last night.
Okay, maybe I've been needing a good book for a while now. Nothing beats The Last of the Mohicans or a good George MacDonald.
But I've been losing my faith in modern writers lately. C Paolini and Eon Colfer just weren't doing it for me. I've been in the mood for a good, current adventure and haven't been able to find one.
As far as plot driven stories go, this one gets lotsa points.
*I now rush to try and purchase sequel...*