I was never one for books. I didn't read Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings. I wasn't one to favor mythical fiction. My extent of reading stretched to The Davinci code, Angels and Demons, and Between a Rock and a Hard Place. All of which were considered more adult novels. In school i definitely did not favor reading. It was all the same to me, a boring plot, characters with not much development, and an underlying theme that somehow managed to relate to school.
It was December when a friend encouraged me to read The Hunger Games. This friend of mine loves reading. She loves fiction and tween novels, obviously very different from my taste. When she let me borrow the book it was before the hype of the movie had really grown, so i could honestly say i wasn't too excited. I didn't even know what the book was kind of about. Well i went home that December day and began a journey. A journey that would last a lifetime, yet take only 3 days to experience.
My emotions ran wild. Anger, Happiness, Sadness, Fear, Pain, Disgust, Hate, Love, Desire, Hope, Betrayal. Basically every emotion known to man i felt it. I was confined to the depths of my room lost in the world of Panem. Stuck in the Arena fighting for the lives of people i felt i had known my whole life. I was forever trapped with no way of escape. The Hunger Games is permanently burned into my mind.
Many face the same fate i have, so i have decided to write it down. Share it with the world. My experiences reading the books, seeing the movie, meeting members of the cast, tweeting and being retweeted, getting asked to prom hunger games style, and more. Join me and Escape into My Arena.
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