The indications that once you start, you may not be able to stop.
The testimonies from people who have gone down this path in the past.
I knew what I was getting into.
What I was likely setting myself up for.
What picking this up would mean for me.
But still… I couldn’t stop myself.
I had to know what all the fuss was about.
All the hype.
And now, I do.
Now, I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can't stop.
I’m hooked.
No, I’m not talking about the Dilaudid the good doctor sent me home with the other night (I’ve got to admit, it kind of scares me that he prescribed such a heavy narcotic – especially given the fact that he didn’t seem to buy my pain at all). I've made a point of weaning myself off the pain meds since my return from the hospital, and even though I’m still aching – I haven’t taken anything besides ibuprofen in 2 days.
So, it’s not pill popping you have to be worried about with me.
It’s page turning.
I picked up The Hunger Games Tuesday night while home in bed recovering.
(Courtesy of thehungergames.wikia.com/)
I haven’t been able to put it down since.
I may have spent at least some of lunch in my car today. Reading. Because I couldn’t stop thinking about Katniss. About who was going to die next. About what the outcome will be. And about what direction the next two books will take.
I’m hooked.
To yet another young adult series.
When did I become 13 again?
I only tell you this to explain why I may be a little quiet over the next few days.
It has nothing to do with my health (I’m healing up as expected – still tender and sore, but certainly not the ailing mess I was just a few days ago). Nothing to do with the summer sun, or work, or even with the boy.
It has everything to do with The Hunger Games.
And my obsessive need to devour these books as quickly as possible.
I’m hooked.
More hooked than I’ve been since the first time I picked up Twilight.
And for that, I am equal parts embarrassed and ashamed.
But I don’t care.
I’m hooked.
And I don’t plan on coming up for air again until I can say I know how it all turns out.
At least for Katniss.
If not for myself.
