Kidnapped by The Hunger Games

Ok, here I go – my first attempt at a blog post, besides the deeply insightful “this site is under construction” post.

Why am I the last of the chicks to post? Is it because of overwhelming day-to-day demands of keeping up with a toddler and two school-aged boys while balancing a part-time job? Or could it be that I’m just a procrastinator by nature, and I have put off writing because there’s always tomorrow?

No, it’s because of this darn book series my sister got me hooked on. It’s so ironic – reading is such an enjoyable way to spend free time; however, if you don’t have any free time, everything else gets dropped (writing, housework, housework, housework). Okay, so housework isn’t that important in the scheme of things. The dust gathers again tomorrow anyway so why bother?

The series that has kidnapped me for a few days begins with The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. It’s a young adult series about a future America, where children are the pawns of twisted adults who use them as killing machines against each other. Yes, children kill each other. And I just found out they’re making it into a movie. Anyone remember Jamie Kennedy’s Child Island episode where parents, eager for their child to be the next Hollywood star, don’t hesitate to sign up their kids for a TV reality show in which kids try to survive in the wild and end up hunting each other?  Almost sounds like my house, but with knives instead of light sabers.

Anyway, The Hunger Games books are a great read for anyone looking for an escape into a world that makes you think, “this life isn’t so bad after all.” Just plan ahead for no interruptions (I feel like hoarding food each time I put the book down, and not just the usual candy from the kids).

Now it’s time to feed my starving inner artist and continue my pursuit of the muse…