I had the luxury of an extremely long, child-free train journey today, and made the most of it by reading for the entire journey (apart from the section somewhere along the Borders where I dropped off for a while). I read some Game of Thrones, but I wasn't quite awake enough for one of the boring bits in the Dorne, and so I decided to make a start on the first book in The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. Lots of people have recommended this to me, which always serves to put me off, in a totally and utterly peverse way. However, I decided it would be a good one to read, since there is now a film version, and I am looking around for a book to appeal to next years Year 10s. Books with a film are always more popular, because the film can be the reward for reading the entire book.
I grudgingly read the first few pages. After I'd read about 9% I abandoned my packet of Cadbury's Chocos (this is quite unprecendented). After 15% I ceased any attempts at conversing with my husband, who was working, and so was probably quite relieved. After 20% I forgot I even had a husband. This book is seriously, seriously compelling.
I was so tense towards the end (because obviously I couldn't stand not to read the whole thing today) that I was actually shaking. At various points I had wept copiously (although silently to avoid frightening people on the quite packed train) and also almost shouted exclamations of fear.
Suffice to say I would wholeheartedly recommend this book for readers aged 12+ (using your discretion, as it is quite gruesome in parts). I am now going to step away from the computer. I am most definitely NOT going to download the next book in the trilogy and read it until I am so ridiculously worked up that I can't sleep. Because that would be a very silly thing to do after a fun-packed weekend which has left me completely exhausted. So I certainly won't be heading from this browser page straight to Amazon...