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Crying on Christmas Eve

25 Dec

Well much to no one’s surprise, I have still not managed to finish Too Big To Fail. Seriously, this book is fucking huge. I’m beginning to feel demoralized about the whole thing, so to distract myself I spent the better part of this week reading the rest of the Hunger Games trilogy instead, which proved the right decision when I found myself seated mere rows away from a crying baby on the train ride home for Christmas. Somehow I don’t think a book about finance would have managed to hold my attention the same way.

There’s not a ton to say about the second and third books in the Hunger Games trilogy, since I don’t wan to spoil anything, but they’re equally awesome. In truth, I have spent these past few days on something of a mission with respect to this trilogy, singing its praises to anyone and everyone who will listen. So far I’ve convinced at least two friends, my sister, my aunt and potentially my mother (who I think just zones out when I make book recommendations). Plus all of you, my loyal readers. All two of you.

There is one thing I will say about the Hunger Games books–reading them is emotionally exhausting. It’s 1:30 a.m. on what is now technically Christmas morning and instead of curling up under the covers with a mug of hot chocolate, I find myself pacing my room wondering how we live in a society where people kill each other for money or war or really any reason at all. In fact at this point I think returning to Too Big to Fail will be a welcome reprieve — I don’t see myself shedding tears over commercial mortgage-backed securities.

TITLE: Catching Fire, Mockingjay
AUTHOR: Suzanne Collins
PAGES: 350-400 each

I’m A Young Adult Too

20 Dec

Well as I suspected, Too Big to Fail was, appropriately, too big. Even after several days of dedicated reading, I’m still barely past page 200 and although I find myself riveted by the story–riveting financial news, who knew–today I made an executive decision and I’ve spent the better part of the last eight hours reading The Hunger Games, the first in Suzanne Collins’ much-acclaimed young-adult trilogy.

For those who don’t follow the incredibly important happenings in teen fiction, The Hunger Games is something like a modern-day 1984: The story is set in a post-apocalyptic North America, now known as Panem, where a Capitol city rules over 12 distinct districts. So as to remind the districts of their impotence, every year one boy and one girl from each is chosen at random (though, without going into too much detail, poverty plays a role in one’s chances of being picked) to participate in The Hunger Games, a fight to the death broadcast on live television throughout the country. Yeah, it’s pretty grim reading for the weekend before Christmas.

I’ll say off the bat that the book is incredible, even considering it’s geared at young adults. I haven’t devoured 350 pages in a sitting since the last Harry Potter, which I distinctly remember reading in full on a similarly lazy Sunday, sustaining myself on takeout Chinese since I couldn’t be bothered to leave the apartment. The comparison to 1984 is fair, and the writing itself is suspenseful and accessible without feeling dumbed-down. Unlike the Twilight saga, which I never quite liked reading on the train, no adult would or should feel silly for reading this book (and I assume the rest in the trilogy).

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