The Hunger Games, by Suzanne Collins, I went to Walmart and bought the sequel, Catching Fire (the only copy on the shelf... my friend Jamie was mad at me), put it on the counter as a reward for making pear jam and cleaning up the kitchen, pureed, mixed, poured, froze, cleaned like mad, then dove in. Twelve hours of reading later (seriously, sauteing the zucchini as I read), I was done. And, again, I am anxious for the third and final story, expecting big, but perhaps unintended things from Katniss, and a little more bucking up from Peeta. I thought he was a little soft in this one, but that is just my opinion. Gale, time to step up.
My son is reading Hunger now, and shakes his head at how good it is.
It's great to find an exciting book... and a series to go with it.