Personal Narrative: The Hunger Games

Usually when you tell someone you don’t want to do something, you expect them to just understand and walk away. Even though I had been asked multiple times if I had read “The Hunger Games” the answer was still no. And then I continued on saying that I didn’t want to read it...ever. It had become too popular and I just wasn’t interested in joining the great phenomenon that was “The Hunger Games.” I didn’t see the point. That was my stubborn attitude about the subject until my eleventh birthday when I received a gift I wasn’t expecting.

Birthday parties are supposed to be fun, right? You get a group of friends together and they hand you presents. A ten, going on eleven, year old's dream. There comes a time before the birthday party where your friends ask you what you want and you either tell them or say I don’t know. It’s usually the latter for me because who actually knows what they want for their birthday? So this is the setting for me on that
I read it whenever I got the chance. Day and night. The story had come alive and dragged me into it. When I read, I experienced a feeling I had never felt. Everytime I read a chapter from the book, it drawed me in more. I traveled into the book and soon it became a part of me. One day it was Chapter 13 and the next it was Chapter 21. There was no stopping me as I read and read and read. I began to talk to my friends about it and they recommended other books for me to read. I finished the first book, then I read the second, “Catching Fire,” and lastly I read “Mockingjay”. This was the best book series I had ever read in all of my eleven years of being on earth. My brain began to beg me for more reading material as time grew on. Reading began to teach me new things that I hadn’t known before. As my thirst for reading grew, I felt like I was becoming smarter as well. How could a book change so much of a person in so little