There are several reasons why recommending that my husband Chris read The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins was a bad idea. One, he spent all yesterday reading instead of doing his homework. Two, I spent all of yesterday reading over his shoulder instead of doing my homework. Three, we're starting to have dreams about people eating our legs. Four, I spend most of my time trying to figure out how to convince Katniss to appreciate Peeta. Five, I'm starting to find deep moral lessons in its words. And six, I watched the movie trailer this morning and cried because it was so powerful. I repeat: the movie TRAILER. The Hunger Games is officially taking over my life, and I've already read it once! I know exactly what happens, and still I can't let it go! I propose that The Hunger Games should be required to carry a label saying
WARNING: This book will consume at least 65% of your thoughts for the next 6 months.
Seriously though, if you want to do anything productive in 2012, don't read this book. If you want to live a real life, and have relationships with real people, and worry about real problems, if you have any pride in living.... just stay away.
That's all I have time for.... I have to go read The Hunger Games now.
