I really am the worst kind of reader. The antisocial, missed appointments, crying in the dentists office because I'm overly-attached to the characters, awake until 3am, "just one more page" type. And I don't discriminate. It can be a classic Steinbeck novel (Of Mice and Men), a mushy Nicholas Sparks story (The Wedding), or even a fine piece of Young Adult fiction (The Giver.) And most recently: I've spent the past 6 hours completely devouring The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.
My teenage brother and sister highly recommended them, and I must say I am impressed. The first book in the series is the perfect mixture of science-fiction, futuristic romance, suspense thriller... (with a little bit of gore... just a fair warning)
I cannot wait to start the 2nd book in the series, Catching Fire, but I just might need to wait until I have a solid 12 hours to set aside for the sole purpose of reading (as all other tasks seem to fall by the wayside.)