The Hunger Games.

There's nothing quite like loving a book series right up until the end and then having the author completely destroy your sense of satisfaction with a disappointing conclusion. Over the past couple of weeks, I've been fully absorbed in The Hunger Games trilogy. It's the kind of reading material that you just.can't.put.down. I finished the final book of the series last night and it left me feeling..... like I just wasted two weeks of my life invested in characters whose conclusion I had much, much higher hopes for. I've never spent so much time reading a book series and felt this let down at the end of it - particularly because it had so much potential to go out on a fabulous note. Seriously Suzanne Collins - you and your terrible conclusion are the bane of my existence at the moment. Ok, perhaps that's a bit unfair and over dramatic. But... I WANT MY HAPPY ENDING.

(I'd also like the 20+ hours back that I put into reading your books.)

To counter the effects of swallowing such a bitter literary pill, I'm indulging in the stories that leave me smiling and feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. To kick things off, I popped in You've Got Mail - a film I hated the first time I saw it, but now sits proudly at the top of my Top 10 list. (Click here and skip ahead to the 1:20 mark to see one of my favorite scenes.) Follow up will be the reading of another book, Pride and Prejudice, because it's a timeless classic that I know I can trust to remove the bad taste left in my mouth by The Hunger Games as well as restore my faith that in the end...

.....love makes all things new.