I surely do hope that every single one of you had the perfect New Year’s Holiday. We opted to stay home again this year. It just works out better for us. Turned it into a little family celebration with the kids. Went to eat Mexican first (my last super fattening meal before kicking off my diet) complete with yummy Margaritas and then later at home we watched movies and drank Champagne at midnight.
I had BIG plans to get tons of stuff done around my house Saturday and Sunday. Kick off the new year the right way! Saturday started off a little slow, because for once, my kids actually slept in until 1 o’clock in the afternoon. Pretty normal for my Daughter, but my SON? Way out of the usual. So I laid around the house and started reading some of my new books.
Big mistake. Big. Huge.
Once I start reading, I just can’t stop sometimes. I finished off all 3 books of The Hunger Games series.
A peek into Book 1:
In the ruins of a place once known as North America lies the nation of Panem, a shining Capitol surrounded by twelve outlaying districts. The Capitol is harsh and cruel and keeps the districts in line by forcing them all to send one girl and one boy between the ages of twelve and eighteen to participate in the annual Hunger Games, a fight to the death on live TV. Sixteen-year-old Katniss Everdeen, who lives alone with her mother and younger sister, regards it as a death sentence when she is forced to represent her district in the Games. But Katniss has also resolved to outwit the creators of the games. To do that she will have to be the last person standing at the end of the deadly ordeal, and that will take every ounce of strength and cunning she has.
The day before that, I devoured “Room” by Emma Dohoghue. Probably one of the best books I’ve ever read. I loved it. Highly recommended.
(Courtesy of Oprah.com) … Imagine that you are 5 years old and growing up in an 11-by-11 backyard shack. You have never been outside, you sleep in a makeshift closet, and the only other human being you’ve ever met is your mother. That’s the lot of little Jack, the narrator-hero of Emma Donoghue’s Room, a novel so disturbing that we defy you to stop thinking about it, days later. While Jack only vaguely understands how he and Ma got here, his commentary reveals that he was born in this tiny room to Ma and her kidnapper, who still comes by to rape her at night. Nevertheless, in some twisted way, mother and son have a model relationship: They are fiercely attached, have “normal” conversations and arguments, and rituals for meals, bathtime, and games. In fact, it is only after they successfully engineer a thrilling escape that Jack’s life becomes unsettled; like all children, he begins to long for what he had, what he thought was a regular life. This blend of allegory and true crime (Donoghue has said she was influenced by several recent news stories) is beautifully served by Jack’s wise but innocent voice: When he bangs his head on a faucet, he hears, “Careful”—and wonders, “Why do persons only say that after the hurt?” And while a first-person, child-narrated tale can sometimes feel like a gimmick, the enviable trick here is that Donoghue makes you want to stay with Ma and Jack, whether they’re in their own private prison or out in the so-called free world.
And since Christmas Eve I have also finished Book 9 and Book 10 of the True Blood Series. Otherwise known as my FAVORITE series EVER! But that’s a post for another day.
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