NuttyMadam

Does anyone else remember that feeling they had when they first read The Hunger Games? That feeling of wonderment in the pit of your stomach? Or the literal journey into another world? Knowing that anything can happen and being scared of the unknown but also excited? Realizing that they’re more than just words on a piece of paper, but an insight into human nature? And no matter how many times I read a passage or go over what happened, that feeling comes back. Because reading is such a personal thing, and something new is brought out in a story every time it’s read. I wouldn’t give up that feeling for anything. 

peetatoast:

this deserves all the awards.

(Source: chroniclesofpanem)