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. ***



Friday Favorites: Naptime

Collin, March 2011

I haven’t seen the sun in two days. The clouds blanket my thoughts and the wind blows sweet kisses that hit my cheek. The rain drops stick to the screen and try to sneak their way in to sit on the ledge and watch this peaceful scene. How can things be more perfect and peaceful than this?

Mallie & Elsie, April 15, 2011

I love naptime. First I rush around to get everything done; dishes, laundry, floors swept. Bradley and I watch for his bus on the front porch as Collin tries to climb and peek over the window ledge. 

We can hear the bus as it turns the corner two blocks down the street. I kiss his forehead, “Have a good day,” and wave to his little face framed by the bus window. There goes the big orange, carrying my baby away. I wave and wave until the last second, then I blow him a kiss right before his face disappears down the road…and he catches it.

Then I get all the babies down for their nap and then it is my time. I sit and read, blog, or surf the web…and sometimes I sneak in a nap too, if I’m lucky. Other times, I catch up on cleaning or organizing.

Today I am reading and blogging. It is the perfect gray day to curl up with my Kindle and my favorite granny made afghan. I listen to the wind and warm myself with homemade chai tea latte and the dog, Murphy, curled up by my legs.

Soon, Brad will walk through the door. Then Bradley’s bus will return him. Collin will be yelling and shaking his baby gate. The twins will take turns crying in stereo. I love the chaos, but enjoy the peace when I can get it.

I hope you are enjoying your rainy day, too.