Cecile Brunner. It will eat houses if you let it.
I’m reading the second volume of the Hunger Games now. Here’s my objection — there’s something almost pornographic about the way Katniss’s romantic indecision is broadcast to the nation. It just feels creepy to me. In the second chapter she’s thinking over, in the presence of President Snow, a private moment with one of the boys which should have been private because it took place out in the woods. Then President Snow says, “”By the way, I know about the kiss.” Creepy. And stupid — the president doesn’t know or care who you are kissing. To construct a novel where the president knows or cares which boy you like is bizarre. Private happenings, viewed by others, ick.
My office is beginning to feel like a cave — here’s the day I do something about it.
Oh, and did you see this article about a rare books conservator finding a rare Paul Revere etching in the back of a book she was working on? Interesting story, but the writer should be shot. Really.