The Hunger Games Book

3 nights ago, I started reading the first book in The Hunger Games trilogy. I was pulled in immediately and finished it last night. How ashamed should I be? I know it's less embarrassing than liking Twilight but don't know where it falls on the Harry Potter scale.

I blame an English degree. All those difficult to get through, look-at-all-my-thousands-of-pages toodle-dee-do books that made reading often feel like a punishment have created a vacuum in my soul that I guess can only be filled with young adult lit. Lit that is easy to read and has a great story.

I didn't like The Hunger Games and I'm not looking forward to the movie.

I AM LOSING MY SH*T OVER THEM.

Sigh.

Well, that's one more thing the hubby needs to take me to - the movie. I was excited about the movie in general, but now that I've read the first book, holy hell.

I just stopped typing and actually clapped right there. Without thinking. Just had to express the excitement, I guess.

I wish I was kidding.

Wow. I'm a level of dork that may not have existed before now.

I don't even know if I can wait. I might sneak out and see it on my own, which I am going to pretend doesn't make me feel a little lonely and sad. I used to go to movies alone all the time, especially as a teen. I felt more independent and a little victorious about it then. Although I think there was always a little voice in my head that said, "Seriously? You can't find one frickin' friend?" Cue dial on self esteem to lower at least one notch.

Anyway, the hubby has been pretty busy lately. He's been working a lot again, although thankfully not in California. He's come home every night, although last night he snuck in so late that I don't know when he came in. I thought for a minute this morning that he was still here. His jeans were tossed on the floor, and his shoes were still by the front door... I looked for him, ran out of rooms. Checked the garage. Yep, car was gone. That's when it hit me and I checked the closet. Man wore a suit to work. Huh. Well, that makes sense with all the extra hours. Guess something exciting is happening today.

We're getting closer and closer to a few big events, big dates that he can't squirrel out of, so there will be a couple dates in our near future.

Things are about to happen. I have a good feeling. A non-American Idiot feeling. Cavalia, hockey, and a birthday. For once, I feel ready for it. For whatever memories we're about to make and however great or terrible a time we're about to have.

Also, cake. I'm ready for cake.