This was pretty much my view all weekend. The background changed: our apartment, a coffee shop, the dinner table, our bed, in front of a roaring fire. But the foreground, nope it stayed the same. This weekend, in 24 hours, I read the first two books in The Hunger Games series, and oh my goodness...I'm obsessed. Now I realize why everyone else and their mom has read this series. It's amazing, addicting, and literally impossible to put down. (Trust me, at 2:00 am on Sunday morning, I tried to force myself to shut my Kindle. No luck; it was literally glued to my hands.)
So while I'm pretty sure I'm the last person on Earth to read the series, I've got no shame. Because holy hell, the series is amazing. I'm already planning to hide under the covers all night, book light in hand. I can't promise I won't finish the last of the three books. By tomorrow :)
PS: Am I the only one who is just now reading the series? And now counting down to the movie? And obsessing over every character and plot detail?