Reality TV was never this good – not that I watch much of it (Project Runway doesn’t count).
After gorging on The Hunger Games with a satisfying sigh, I had to wait awhile to get the sequels. They both came together (from the library) – good thing too – the middle book in the trilogy was clearly padding and ended with no resolution. But the last book – Mockingjay was the best. It met all of Roald Dahl’s requirements for a great story and – despite the coming of age dialogue and triangle of lovers – a book to hold your attention and thrill you with action.
Skip the bologna in the middle and go for the satisfying slice at the end.