After my appendectomy, I couldn’t do much more than watch TV and read books.
And it didn’t take long for me to blaze through whatever magazines I had around and finish the last book I had been reading.
So when a friend of mine convinced me to start “The Hunger Games” trilogy — a series of young adult novels set in a post-apocolyptic world and written by Suzanne Collins — I decided to try it.
Although, I’ll admit, I was reluctant.
I haven’t been too blown away by the latest in book series geared toward younger readers. Nothing compares to “Harry Potter” or the classic “Lord of the Rings” books. I tried to read Stephanie Meyer’s “Twilight” series — and completely loathed the first book. I hated everything from the writing to the sparkling skin on the vampires.
So I didn’t have high expectations for “The Hunger Games.”
Its plot, though — about a violent, government-sanctioned reality show where kids have to battle to the gruesome death — was intriguing.
And once I started reading, I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t. I read all three books in about a week, slowing down toward the end only because I didn’t want the trilogy to end.
And now the movie is coming out — March 23 is circled in my calendar — and I feel like a giddy teenage fan.