When I discover something really great it makes me want to fall in love. It’s silly, but a good song, or movie can bring it out, and The Hunger Games series did just that. I stayed up until 2:00 reading again, and I gave myself a vicious headache, but it was so so worth it. It was dark, and exciting, and sad, and romantic, and I loved it. I’m not proud of myself, but because I resolved to wait until I got my applications in (ehh…didn’t really happen. I got Minnesota in, but not Northeastern, but I will! Soon!) I wanted my sister to wait too, and she didn’t want to because she was home all day, so I threw a bit of a temper tantrum (because I am a baby). She stopped reading though (because she isn’t a baby, unlike some people), so I got to be the first to finish first. I think part of me was worried that it wouldn’t hold up. The first two were so great, and there are only three books that I was worried it wouldn’t be as good, and the series would end unsatisfyingly, and if that was the case I wanted to be the first to know. It totally holds up though, and even though it was sad and brutal I loved the series. It never disappointed me.