Escaping Reality

Let's face it folks. I'm an escapist. I always have been, and always will be. I love fantasy and science fiction and video games and comics and every other facet of imagination. Because really, without these things, I find reality pretty stifling.

Ranking highest among my vices (yes, even above Whiskey and Caffeine) is reading. I am an avid reader - a good book to me is as addictive as crack. I just cant. put. it. down. I'll go in fits and spurts, but usually a new undertaking is a vast series of books that envelop much of my time. As it so happens, two series have ensnared me this week alone.

First: The Hunger Games. I've heard all sorts of buzz about this series of novels, set in a post-apocalyptic world, chronicling a young girls struggle with a totalitarian society and a brutal fight to the death. Yeah, up my alley much? And for all the buzz I've heard, I have to say that I wasn't disappointed. I devoured the first two books in as many days, and am oh-so-patiently ::eyeroll:: awaiting the chance to get my hands on the third.

Second: A Song of Ice and Fire. Propelled by the HBO series that was ohmygawdgood, I decided to delve into these massive novels. Not only am I enthralled, but I'm even more impressed with the series, for portraying the novel so far scene by scene, and doing incredible justice to George R.R. Martin's impressive work. I almost don't want to read past this first book, because the series was so edge--of-your-seat awesome.

Oh sweet escape, how I love thee. I may be still struggling, the house sure needs cleaning, but I'm a happy gal.

alrighty, dear reader, I'm getting that "must read now" itch. I'm such a junkie.