I am obsessed with The Hunger Games
I was at the book store today and I saw it on a stand that said “teen fiction.” Not my favorite literary term. I cringed when I saw the label because I am currently reading the series.
I was up until 2:30am this morning reading Hunger Games. It is the crack cocaine of books. My husband had to drag me out of my hypothermic bath I had been sitting in for hours, attempting to just get through reading “a few more pages” before bed.
I grew up in the cottage of great historical significance to American writing (it is where John Steinbeck met Ed Ricketts), I have a bizarre soft spot for Russian literature, and I know a lot is two words. I just thought more of myself…
Well, I have to run. I am late for my date with Katniss and Peeta. I would like to finish before 2:00AM today, but I won’t make any promises.
