Monthly Archives: December 2013

Well then; just the obvious happened.


I watched The Hunger Games, Catching Fire again.

I must admit I freaked out when I saw myself surrounded by thirteen-year-old teens at the auditorium and I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible; but once it started I forgot everything around.

I had to pee, as usual, after the movie started, but this time I knew what was coming so I picked a moment in the film when I wouldn’t lose much to run to the toilet and back and could watch the monkeys’ sequence whole.

Now that I know how the story goes until the end, I could subside the anguish to a bereable level which let me enjoy other aspects of the film.

The whole atmosphere of the film is enthralling and the costumes are absolutely amazing! I’ll be really disappointed if it doesn’t get a Best Costume Design Academy Award. But what I appreciated the most is the cast. Just their names put together in a movie can make the hair at the back of your neck stand.

Woody Harrelson, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Donald Sutherland, an amazing Elizabeth Banks and an absolutely awesome Stanley Tucci who deserves so much more than what he gets. Superb actor. And the young ones are great too! I’m sooo happy Jennifer Lawrence didn’t get the part in the Twilight Saga, because she so much deserves Katniss rather than  insipid Bella!

Great, great, great!

As a very wise doctor told me once, I should “disconnect” right now; but I think I won’t. This story touched me deeply and most importantly, it made me want to write again and that’s something I cannot spare.

Just for goodbyes, I left you a jewel I found at the credits of The Hunger Games first instalment.


I’m SOOO thankful!


I owe a huge apology to Suzane Collins because I could have never conceived, in my most hopeful dreams, such a masterful ending. I’m so relieved.

However, the intensity of the feelings that book  3 “Mockinjay” produced on me, hasn’t worn off yet.  It reminds me of other times in my life when I came across certain chemicals which produced this awkward feeling of unpleasantness you want out of your system right away, but at the same time they feel so good, so strong,  you cling to it and force yourself through the inconveniencies because they reach somewhere deep inside that’s usually numb because you don’t connect with it much. Feelings there, are too powerful.

Yes; I found this story  dangerous to my system.

What better praise could I give this amazing writer than saying that reading her saga filled me with an urge to write immediately; to continue the work I’ve been  methodically procrastinating for months?  But just after a couple of steps towards the computer I woud realize whatever I wrote would be so simple an inconsequential I never typed one key.

Right now I’m beside myself.


I’m appalled and worried to death.

I almost bumped my scooter into a motorcycle today morning because I turned left without looking both ways. While running errands, I had to retrace my steps several times to answer to people’s goodbyes adding an apology because I’m so distracted. I can only think on what is going to happen to Peeta.

Yesterday I watched the second instalment of The Hunger Games.

I told my sister and she told me she understood my distress; she’s really depressed because the characters in the soap opera she follows are about to split up, but  she’s the one who cried out “no!”  and jumped from the seat with me at the movies when the Volturi ripped off Carlisle Cullen’s head.

I dread to know what Collins had decided to do with Peeta and I’m beyond reasoning.


My sensible side keeps on telling me many things among which she insists on the fact that this is a love story for adolescents and she almost convinced me until I realized that most are: Romeo and Juliet; Elizabeth Bennet and Mr Darcy; Robin Hood and Maid Marian; Jane Eyre and Edward Rochester; Newland Archer and Ellen Olenska; etc, etc. There’s so little appeal to love stories about mature people.

Don’t get me wrong! I don’t mean I want a tragedy out of this tale; but please, please, not the cheap ending where Peeta falls for Johanna as second best and leaves Katniss free of guilt to go to Gale; please don’t.

I can’t wait finishing the second book to end the third and finally know.

Then I’ll grieve or mourn depending the case because I have little hope this will end as I want it to, because what I want doesn’t make sense. I hope in between Peeta has a chance to show himself stronger than Katniss for once, so she’ll respect him for a change. That girl is great, my favourite heroine so far,  but sooo arrogant and short-sighted! Well, who isn’t at sixteen!

I’m back to the book now. I haven’t watched TV in the last three weeks, what is a lot to say. Before this saga I read King’s 11/22/63 and boy, that was another ride!

May the odds be in my favor for this ending!