How twelve am I?
I began shaking and crying just a few pages into the third volume of The Hunger Games, and now I'm seventy pages from the end, still shaking and haunted, and I can't get back to reading for a few hours. I'm heartbroken. And if they don't fix what I want fixed very soon (and don't even hint, if you know), I am going to be a wreck.
For me? The hype? Merited!
What a story.
ETA: Whew. All better now. Started Saturday afternoon with book one; finished entire trilogy by Monday night. Shall I loop back and start again? ;)