Have I mentioned that I work with my mother? Surely I must have by now. It goes something like this:
Me: “I just wanted to ask you about that letter for the Important Work Thing”
Her: “Why does your hair look like that? Your dress is too short. I’m not really sure about those earrings.”
Today I stopped by to ask her about some innocuous work thing to which she replied “Nice boots. Showing a little skin, eh?” And then I sighed deeply and remained slightly thankful for the coworkers who didn’t comment on how a dress and accessories accent my ass, hips, thighs or face. Then, in total non sequitur fashion, (it’s genetic), she asked me about The Hunger Games and whether or not I’d gone to see the movie. And then I had one of those moments where my eyes get all big-as-saucers and shouted “YOU’VE READ THE BOOKS?!” Because, you see, I have yet to read The Hunger Games.
I remember when Mockingjay came out and Twitter was all aflutter with its release and tales of women leaving a plate of eggs and a bowl of water out for their children while they devoured the book. I never got into Twilight and just yesterday watched New Moon for the first time ever and I had to save my fury for Katherine Sockett and her whole Southern Mamie-esque bullshit, like, a month ago. But! I can tell you what happened between Cynthia and Kim on the Real Housewives of Atlanta and that today the Supreme Court is going to start hearing arguments on portions of the Affordable Care Act and hoo boy! That individual mandate is on its last legs.
But no. I have never read the Hunger Games and in honor of the movie coming out I did purchase the trilogy so I can talk about something at parties. Should I ever be invited to one.
Anyway, here is Peg’s review; succinct and to the point: “It made me nauseous. I would never see it again. And! There were people there with little kids...seven years old. And there were kids being killed” (that’s the point where I was like what the fuck is this book about because why are children being killed?!) “Yeah. Nauseous.” And then she shuddered.
Please tell me that I am not the last person on the planet to read these books. Did you see the movie? Will I throw up?