I'm never been a fangirl. I've always held a pretty level ground when it comes to these kinds of things. The only other series I've ever really loved was Harry Potter, and that was because I literally grew up with it. Watching it end was a roller coaster ride of emotions, and I swore to myself that I wouldn't fall again. But the 15 year old inside of me is screaming to get out, and sometimes it becomes a little stronger than I want it to be. I, without a doubt, have fallen completely in love with The Hunger Games. I'm on the 2nd book of the trilogy now, and I can't seem to put it down. I find myself craving as much peace and quiet as possible, just so I can curl up with my book and a cup of tea. Not to mention, the most unhealthy part of this whole thing...I seem to have also fallen in love with Peeta Mellark, a character from the novels. Isn't it unfair when books can feel so real, that every word send shivers down your back?
My hub says to me: "So you're in love with a 17 year old boy, who isn't real? Where does that leave me?" Haha!
All I can say is-March 23rd can't come soon enough.