So, there’s this little book you may have heard a thing or two about…..the seemingly unstoppable force that is The Hunger Games (as well as the two books that came after it, of course).
I’ve heard about it.
Basically, from the second I started to seriously pursue this dream of publishing a book, The Hunger Games has always been there- right outside of my field of vision, waiting. I’ve spent the last couple of years reading just about every YA title I could get my hands on (in my genre…because there’s some YA that just doesn’t appeal to me at all)–but NOT this book. It seemed like everybody in the world was telling me, “Oh Megan- you have to read The Hunger Games.”
So I bought it.
And I put it on my shelf.
And it stayed there. FOR MONTHS, PEOPLE.
For whatever reason, The Hunger Games intimidated the crap out of me. I haven’t heard a bad thing about it. Everyone who’s read it is obsessed with it. Just like Twilight- except back when Twilight was hitting the shelves I wasn’t trying to get published. But suddenly I was- and The Hunger Games represented this….insane thing that I would never be.
Does that make sense at all? I was reading all the YA I could so I could learn from it, but I did NOT want to read The Hunger Games because I was afraid it would terrify me into never writing again. Like, what would be the point? Whatever I write could never be as good as The Hunger Games.
So people would ask- “Have you read it? Have you read it?” And I’d just say something like, “Nah….haven’t had time yet….”
And then….gradually….it stopped intimidating me. I picked up the book this morning and finished it in five hours.
OH. MY. GEEZ. I’m like, seriously angry with myself for being so stupid about it all and not reading it in the first place. I’m also seriously angry that I didn’t go on and buy books 2 and 3….because now I have to wait for them. And I think we can all agree that I hate waiting.
I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE this book. Team Peeta. All the way. Oh….Peeta.