Oh, The Hunger Games

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I believe I've been swept away like a child by a set of three books - The Hunger Games Trilogy.  Read them, loved them, can't wait for the movie in March.  Katniss, Peeta, and all the other major players in the book have stayed on my mind since I finished the last book on Sunday.  For those of you who don't read you can't know how a book transports you.  You're never too old to be swept away.

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Karlene said…
Oh I love the Hunger Games too!! I'm hoping the movie will be good. But makes me wonder if they will really be able to do it well with all that I have imagined in my head of how the books are. Anyway I'm still excited and debating about reading them again now or after I see the movie.
February 26, 2012 at 7:29 AM
Missy said…
I'm re-reading the first one just because I want to dive back into it! Have my midnight showing tickets already. :)
March 2, 2012 at 9:51 PM
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