I. Am. Going. Insane.
Kiki wants to read “The Hunger Games”. Any book she wants read, I read first, to make sure it’s acceptable and appropriate. Generally, I don’t mind this. I love reading, and usually we like the same… genre?… I guess. I have had no desire at all to read this set of books (there are 3 in the series). One of my nieces read them, and I had checked into them a bit back then – the storyline is nothing I am interested in at all.
In case you haven’t heard of this book – although how could you not, since it’s being turned into a movie as we speak! – the premise is some post-apocolyptic America where every year 20-some teens have to participate in a televised fight-to-the-death forced on them by the government because of some long past rebellion. Yeah. Yee-haw for fun reading, right?!
Kiki’s never been one for doing something because everyone else is, (she didn’t get into Harry Potter or Twilight at all) but for some reason she is really interested in this book series. Well, today Alan went to the library for a book he wanted so he looked for the first book for me – yeah, there are like 200 people on the waiting list! So, this afternoon I was at Target, and they had the paperback on sale so I bought it. So far I have read just 9 pages and I hate this book. Even if I look past the whole stupid storyline of the book, I really dislike the main character so far. She’s…. heartless. Despises her mother, tried to drown a cat, killed a lynx who befriended her (she “almost regretted it”).
Here’s my deal: Life is hard. Sometimes, life sucks. If I am going to invest my precious spare time reading a story, I want it to be NOT life -ie: uplifting, hopeful, happy. I am pretty sure this is not that kind of story!
I am going to read this book. I really don’t want to. But, I will. And then I will tell Kiki she can’t read them. HA!!
I can do that, ’cause I’m the mom.