"Mine to Avenge" Book Review

Mine to Avenge is not the kind of book I would have picked up off the shelf, simply because fantasy is more my style, not mystery and suspense. But I won a free copy of the e-book off of author Kerry Letheby’s fan page on Facebook, and I’m so glad I did.

This book picks you up and sweeps you along with its story right away. The first chapter almost made me cry, and the rest of the book continued to reach into my emotional center and grab my heartstrings, refusing to let go.

The family of characters was engaging and dynamic. The generational aspect of the story gave me a perspective into the lives of the characters that brought me close to them, and brought them close to my heart.

The familiarity the author had with the places in the book was obvious. I felt like I was walking through the streets of Australia’s cities, and experiencing the familiar sights and sounds of my own hometown, not a locale that was continents away.

I really enjoyed this book, and would recommend it to any adult or older teen reader, regardless of whether or not they are normally interested in mystery or suspense.

Check out Kerry’s fan page on Facebook and give her a like:

www.facebook.com/Kerry.Letheby.Author

Also, here’s the link for the Kindle e-book if anybody is interested:

http://www.amazon.com/Mine-to-Avenge-ebook/dp/B00AI2FTLA/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1367190787&sr=1-1&keywords=mine+to+avenge

Post-Hunger Games

The following is my immediate visceral reaction to the Hunger Games trilogy after having read all three books in nine hours over three days, three hours per book, one book per day.

They wrecked me. The Hunger Games wrecked me.

I’ve either been crying or on the verge of it ever since I finished them an hour ago. I can’t handle it. I feel exhausted. I’m not sure what to do to get it out of my head. The story engulfed me, consumed me. I am unable to deal with the intensity of the emotions that were contained in that story, those books.

I must send others down the same path, let them be consumed as I was. Maybe then I’ll be able to find what’s left of me, what didn’t get destroyed or devoured by the voracity of the story that is The Hunger Games. But if I never find myself again, if the words have wrought some change in me, is that so bad?

All I can do now is sleep.

I read the trilogy for the first time in February 2012, before The Hunger Games movie was released in theaters.