#49 Blow off work, ignore family, basically devour Mockingjay in about 7 hours.

Don’t worry, I won’t give away what happens in the finale of The Hunger Games Trilogy. Suffice it to say that if you’ve read the first two books, the third is a fitting conclusion. Violent. Heartbreaking. With, I must say, a somewhat surprising turn of events in the end. Anyway…I’ll let you judge for yourself, if you happen to be a fan of the books.

I wasn’t a fan, as a matter of fact, for a long time. I resisted reading them because the subject matter just didn’t appeal to me. Future, dystopian settings where children are forced to fight to the death in arena-style games…it’s just not the type of book I pick up.

Yet, I fully admit that my resistance is weak when it comes to popular culture, especially of the literary type. If everyone is reading a popular book or series of books, you can bet I’m going to read it. In a way, it is only because I like to gauge my own interests against the rest of the reading world, but mostly I just love books so much, I can’t resist one, especially when everyone else is talking about it. (Case in point: I even plodded through all four of those inane Twilight books.)

So yes, I suppose this is somewhat of a confession. I am a person who, at times, has spent over half of her waking hours reading a book. And yesterday, I did just that, foregoing my own writing in order to enjoy the work of another author.

This morning, I wrote a review of the book at Associated Content.

And now I return to my own writing—inspired, and more than a bit humbled. The perfect mind-set for a writer.