Ever since March of 2012, I have been dying for November of 2013.

In the spring of my freshman year, I went with my family to see the movie that was putting Americans on the edge of their seats: “The Hunger Games.”

I immediately fell in love with the “Hunger Games” universe, and I purchased the novel to read during my spring break. I raced through the first book of the series, moved on to “Catching Fire”, and finished the series by cruising through “Mockingjay.”

I spent my entire spring break reading those books, not going outside, and not doing homework. My only break from my newly entered world was a brief Easter egg hunt one morning.

After seeing the movie and reading the books, I began the countdown to the release of “The Hunger Games: Catching Fire.” I watched the original movie some three or four more times in between.

I was excited for the return of not only Jennifer Lawrence as Katniss Everdeen and Josh Hutcherson as Peeta Mellark, but also the addition of Sam Claflin as Finnick Odair and so many other new characters. Also intriguing was the change of directors; Gary Ross directed the first film, but Francis Lawrence (no relation to Jennifer) was set to take charge of the second.

“Hunger Games: Catching Fire” did not disappoint in any way. The movie pulled me in from the very beginning, and kept me fascinated for the entire 146 minutes.

The emotion with this movie cannot be understated. At various points, I experienced feelings of sadness, joy, disappointment, and betrayal. I felt as though I was living in the “Hunger Games” universe.

I don’t doubt that you have all read the book Catching Fire or seen the movie, so I won’t waste your time walking you through the plot of this film. I will, however, urge you to see the movie, and I join you in counting down to November of 2014.