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Recently Read: The Hunger Games

Thankfully, one pastime that I haven't had to relinquish since the onset of my occupational disease is reading.  Having to put the kibosh on former activities such as working for a living, knitting, cooking (unable to safely control a knife), and many household chores, including yard work (BTW, I love yard work especially mowing and mulching), I am ever so grateful that I can still (with enough pillows to provide support) hold a book and read it.

While I also will download audiobooks from the library onto my iPod and listen to those while I manage other chores, I am resistant to iPads, Kindles, and the like. Heck, I have a computer I can either listen to or read eBooks on.  But nothing quite measures up to the look and the feel of a real, live "low-tech" book.  Hardback or paperback usually make no never mind to me.  I just the love the physical reality of a book in my hands.

The most recent series of books I read are actually aimed at the teenager and young adult crowd, but like the Twilight series, it didn't stop me nor my immediate family from being transported and enthralled.  These were "The Hunger Games", "Catching Fire", and "Mockingjay" by Suzanne Collins.  I voraciously read each novel and was surprised to find that the sequels were equally good as the first novel.  These books came highly recommended by both my mother (nearing 70 years old) and my 40-something sister.  (Note, I am breathing down the neck of 50.)  My only regret?  I finished them and had to return them.  These books were as entertaining as they were beautiful and I longed to shove them into my own personal library.

Being a woman of good character and high integrity, I returned the novels to my baby sister. However, I'm not so squeaky clean as to not covet them.  (Sorry Sis!)
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