I did manage to fit in some last bit of summer fun.
Finally read Mockingjay
! I enjoyed it for bringing closure to this epic series. While it didn't quite match the way I adored book one, The Hunger Games
, it was a bittersweet ending that at least made me go "Ah ... hmm ..." rather than "Ah! Blargh!"Suzanne Collins sometimes tend to brush over certain death scenes of her characters or Katniss is too busy escaping or passing out to really allow us to linger on what just happened - which I can understand as a stylistic choice: high paced action punctuated by casualties, no time to breathe, fear, think. Death? It happened. So it goes.
Still. I just wish we could have dwelt on certain moments, certain characters just a tad longer. Some parts left me in such a dazed funk, I was still trying to get my mind to wrap around it three pages later and barely processing where Katniss was running to.
But all in all, I loved the characters and the world Collins set up and it was an utterly awesome trilogy.
A few weeks ago, a friend invited me out sailing on his uncle's boat. I'd never been on boats and yachts before, not even a cruise; the closest thing I had going for me was a ferry ride. So yup, it was fun. Nice sunny day, gentle waves, and then ... beers and wines were brought out.
Each person got a beer bottle to him/herself and as I slowly worked mine down, my face reddened its way to tomato status. I am truly the cheapest of all cheap drunks.
He joked, "Hey, after some alcohol, the waves start feeling pretty steady, huh?"
"Yeah!" I agreed a tad too enthusiastically.
He eyed me. "You're starting already, aren't you?"
I clapped my hands to my cheeks. "Yeah ..." I mumbled. "It's a sunburn?"
He ended up finishing both of our cups of wine so I wouldn't over-enthuse myself off the side of the boat.
