A Cry for Fiction

It was really quiet at work today. So since I was by myself I propped up my Kindle and turned on my audio version of “The Hunger Games” (thanks Dad, he always has the best audio books). *Note: Yes, I am that much of a nerd – I rather listen to audio books than the radio.*

I have already read the entire series (book/Kindle version) and I watched the movie, both of which I loved, and I normally don’t reread books, but it is a whole new feeling listening to it instead of reading. And it’s been a while since I have read the books.

So I know the story well, but I still found myself putting down my work and reaching for a tissue. I get emotional sometimes, even over fiction. I can’t help it! It was the part where Primrose’s name was called at the Reaping. That part always gives me the goosebumps and tears stinging my eyes. And then when her sister, Catniss, takes her place- well, then the faucet really starts flowing.

I blinked real fast, trying to hold back the tears, as if I was there witnessing the whole scene. I took three deep breaths to ground myself back into reality and also so I wouldn’t start the all out bawling and snot fest. Thank goodness no customers came in at that time.

I know it’s just a story…but darn it Suzanne Collins, you really know how to pull on the heart-strings! She really knows how to tell a story.

I paused my audio book and decided to eat lunch to take my mind from the immediate scene that kept replaying in my head. I started to talk to myself, practicing my Capitol accent.

I was so ready to push play as soon as I sat back down. It’s one of those books that is so hard to put down, even the second time around!

How many times have you lived “The Hunger Games”?

***Note: I also cried in each one of the “Twilight” series. And I really was an emotional wreck watching the “last fight scene” in second part of “Breaking Dawn.” I took part in the collective gasp of the entire theatre. ***

xxx

Every Book

It was quiet after dinner. WAY to quiet. The babies were toddling around the living room, looking adorable as usual. “Where are the boys?” I asked Brad. “Upstairs,” he replied.

Hmmm… I wonder what they are doing. It may not be good with all that silence. What am I saying? It is usually never good with all that silence!  (Unless they are sleeping.)

They play loud. They argue loud. Unless they are watching a movie it probably means they are going to be in trouble, and even that doesn’t stop them.

But I was pleasantly surprised.

I walked up the stairs and right around the corner two cute boys sat next to each other. Collin was holding, “If You Give a Pig a Pancake,” and Bradley was flipping through a book about Blue Tongued Skinks. Bradley would say, “Hey, Collin! Look at this.” And they would both stick their tongues out – “Blah!” they would say in unison over the picture.

I am a proud momma. I have been reading to them FOREVER and CONSTANTLY and it just makes me proud when I see them reading without me. I mean, seriously, I have been brainwashing them to love reading since they were in the womb.

Maybe next time they wont drag out EVERY SINGLE book off the bookshelf though. That was a mess. Oh well… anything for reading.

These are some of the moments that I love, but easily forgotten with time. This is my way of remembering.

xxx