Why Reading the Hunger Games Series is like Having One Too Many Glasses of Wine

Hope you all are having a nice long holiday weekend!

I figured since it's a holiday, now would be a nice time to ramble on about The Hunger Games --a series I JUST read while my Internet was down. Yes, I know I'm a few years late.
But better late than never. :-)

So I put off reading The Hunger Games for quite a while. Probably because I hate reading bandwagons. I've been burned by them before. **cough cough**
Twilight.

But anyhew, I decided to give this book a chance since my friend's children were reading it. Here is my experience and why reading this series is like having one too many glasses of wine:

WOW. Reading The Hunger Games --for me--was like going to a party and having a glass or two of wine. Fun. Not too much to drink, yet still feeling good. I had a great time and I didn't want to leave the party anytime soon.

So I decided to read Catching Fire immediately because the party must go on. I'm partying again, and sure enough, still having a good time. I feel like I probably had a few more glasses of wine. My head is buzzing. I'm not sure but there might be a lampshade on my head at this point. Wow, it's GOOD time.

Well, after that, I'm at the point of no return and HAVE to read Mockingjay . Uh-oh. So now I feel like I had way too much to drink and suddenly I'm home but don't remember how I got there. The party is over. I'm exhausted and starting to have a little headache come on. Mockingjay did not have to fast fun pace the first two books had, and because Katniss is going through hell and back, I'm starting to feel that way too. (Thank you, first person POV)
Then the book ends and I'm a complete hungover mess, crying like a baby at the bittersweet ending. I walk around in a melancholy state six hours after I've done reading and need a nap.

Yeah. That was some party.

I probably would have handled it better if I had spread the books out a bit. Instead, I ended up reading all three in about six days--which was a mistake. The end of the series left me completely drained and a little depressed. Sheesh. I walked around the whole morning I finished the book with teary eyes. I finally had to confess to my hubby why I was such an emotional wreck.

He just shook his head at me and told me to add a little more non fiction into my life.

Maybe he's right... :-)

Have you read The Hunger Games series? Did it leave you as emotionally drained and depressed as it did me?
Have you ever had a book affect your day after you were done reading it?