Monday, September 12, 2011
Oops. Turns out the book those people were talking about was Ender's Game (you can see how I was confused), so I downloaded a free sample, and I liked it too!
But I read The Hunger Games first.
Ohmagah, I was consumed by it. I couldn't put it down, as they say. It's a page-turner, as they say.
I felt guilty for my single-minded behavior, like the Jane Fonda character in Barefoot in the Park who can't come out of the honeymoon suite. Cannot. There's good stuff in there, and the rest of the world can just bloody well wait.
Now, here's the thing. The Hunger Games is a young adult, science fiction story with a female protagonist. SO not my genre. And guaranteed to keep boys from reading any of it. (It's a trilogy; I devoured all three books.)
Well, as we speak, Cranky, a mature male reader whose favorite works are nonfiction war history stuff, is slurping up volume number two. Now will you believe me that it's addictive?
Some of you probably already know about it. It's become so huge, the book is translated into a million languages, a movie is due out in 2012, and someone wrote a cookbook based on the foods mentioned in the stories.
Let me lapse back into being a food blogger: The foods mentioned in the stories are either simple and acceptable (lamb stew with plums), kinda weird (chicken with orange cream sauce), or downright inedible (fish stew so slippery and horrific, it takes three swallows to get one mouthful down). So I probably wouldn't buy the cookbook, but I think it's clever of someone to have written it.
Also, there's wild game in The Hunger Games, but that's a coincidence. The "games" are something else, indeed.
Oh, right, I haven't told you what the trilogy is about. You can look it up yourself if you want. Just know that I accidentally downloaded it without a clue, and I was absorbed.
I'm finally out of that honeymoon suite, but I think I'm going to start Ender's Game next.
Posted by cookiecrumb at 11:32 AM