After greatly enjoying The Hunger Games last year,
this book series kept popping up in my recommendation lists.
Part of me avoided it, because I don't really see myself
as a dystopian fan, per se. They can be depressing, right?
And then, last weekend, my Twitter exploded.
The movie rights have been picked up,
it'll be released next March,
and Kate Winslet has already signed on.
Glancing over at my recent reads and finding only-okay novels,
I had to admit I was craving that sort of insatiable book thirst.
All my friends had given these books four and five stars on Goodreads; that's rare.
Clearly, there was something going on here I was missing.
I drove that night to the bookstore.
One week later, I've read them both.
All 1,012 pages of them.
And guess what? They were right.
I might even like them better than
The Hunger Games.
I may have deliberately avoided the witchcraft/vampire/zombie craze,
but I seem to have developed a fascination
with the increasingly popular young adult dystopian romance genre.
At 33 years of age, I should probably be embarrassed...
but I'm not.
Seven months until the third novel comes out.
Tick, tock, tick, tock...
But don't just take my word for it;
listen to someone with a YouTube channel!
(But seriously, CassJayTuck is awesome.
Smart and funny is always the best combination.)