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Saturday, March 17, 2012
Yeah, yeah. "The Hunger Games." I had heard about this young adult book series when I was still living on the RR and had access to a great many authors for free. A housemate had an audio copy of THG, but I came across a hard copy last summer. The first instalment was quite readable, even with its "and-then-what-happened," or basic, plot line. I decided to give the whole trilogy a try, despite hearing Howie T's voice in my head: "Why do these things always come in THREES?" So I downloaded the second and third books, and commenced to read. I was disappointed. Just like the Mormon vampire books, the first was okay, and the subsequent books dwindled into the basic formula of "I like two guys and they really like me, and I know I have to choose, but . . . like, this is such a hard choice, you know?" Blah, blah, blah. Is it me, or is everything turning into goddamned Facebook? Go ahead and post about what you wore and how hot that dude was, but don't publish the damn thing and call it literature. And no, I don't think I'll spend $20 to see THG in 3D. I'll be off now to kick at a puppy and drive the neighbours mad with the squeaks of my rocking chair on the porch.