Hello my fellow bloggers!
I’m finally out of my Zombie land 🙂 I swear these past few days, I’ve been neglecting everything. I just don’t feel bothered to do anything because I’ve found new love! Guess what?
The Hunger Games.
Yup, I’m crazily and madly in love with the books. It’s so inspirational and Suzanne Collins is an exceptional author. In my list I’d say her and J. K. Rowling, take the first place.
I just finished reading the third book of the trilogy “Mockingjay” and I couldn’t control my tears at the end where Katniss and Peeta are married with two children. I knew from the beginning that Peeta was the one for her! I mean throughout the Hunger Games and their life in general, he’d been the most caring, the most supportive. Ah! Peeta Mellark, why couldn’t you be real? And like Katniss said in the end:
“That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.”
I hate the end of good book. To me it feels like I’ve been disconnected from the lives of very close friends. When I’m reading, I feel part of the book. The happiness of the characters is my happiness, their sorrow and pain is my sorrow and pain too. That’s when I know a book has been written by an amazing author, that the author connected with the characters.
To the Hunger Games, you have given my inspiration and hope that “Life can go on, no matter how bad our losses”.