Forget the Olympics, I’m down this year for a much more exciting public sporting event: The Hunger Games.
Don’t get me wrong, I swoon (no joke) for fencing (that’s right, thanks, every four %#@ing years everyone remembers the sport that trains people to kill other people). But HG has got me eating bread products like it could summon Peeta through shear force of volume. Yup.
Really though, I love this books series. It’s well written, fast and deals with complex ideas about love, pain and social injustice.
Not bad Suzanne, not bad.
However, the writing does truly make me fiend for fresh baked bread. Not kidding folks, somewhere around starving Katniss and burnt loaves in an alley, I started wolfing the baquettes like there truly might be a shortage of food in my sector. Hometown. Whatever.
I’ll be attending the opening ceremonies for The Hunger Games this year and shall be dressed as fits someone who lives near an abundance of food and wealth: As a freak haired and be-robed member of The Capital.
Pictures to eventually follow.
Now tell me, what do you think of HG, the cast of the movie or if you will be attending the opening ceremonies? Will anyone join me in Lady Ga-Ga-esque dress to represent the Capital?