Hunger Gamesssssssssssssssss.

I was in the process of reading a very insightful book, Man's Search for Meaning, but I got distracted by the first book in the Hunger Games series. Blasphemous. But it happened. I have been avoiding these books for years. Why?

Because I knew I would like them. 

Not reading them was my only hope. And I was right. Once I got into it, I was completely enraptured. Just so you know, this does not give the book any merit. Judge Judy and pro wrestling have the same effect on me....doesn't make it genius television. There's just so. much. drama.

I have to compliment the author on her work. Not for creating something has led to the betterment of society, but for knowing her audience well enough to emotionally connect with them in a way that has made her filthy rich. The book would be nothing above a silly Nicholas Sparks novel except she set her characters up to die at any second.

I mean really, what girl has not secretly wished she could be stranded in a cave accompanied by a guy with whom she has got some craaazzzyy sexual tension? Especially after she nurses him back to health because he valiantly saved her from a most terrible death?

And what girl does not want to make out with her cave man while she knows potential love interest #2 is watching the whole thing on TV jealously...just making him want her that much more???


And what girl has not wished that she had her own very wise personal stylist to make her look like a babe AND give her valuable information about the man she subconsciously adores?


The book is basically just a literature form of Cosmo in that the author knew exactly what girls want to read about. The fact that they could die at any second just makes the drama that much more intense. It's stupid, but let's just be honest, I can't wait to get my hands on the second one.