Previously: The Hunger Games
First, check out the new “online poster” for the Hunger Games film! Cool, huh?
Catching Fire, the second book in the Hunger Games trilogy, essentially takes every single problem Katniss Everdeen had in the first book and makes them twenty times worse. It rules. You find yourself wishing she could catch a break, but not in the “Oh my GOD, what is WITH this universe and WHY IS IT PICKING ON THIS ONE GIRL?” way that seems disingenuous and is prone to happening in a lot of books about the Hero’s Journey. It makes sense that she should have to deal with these horrific circumstances, no matter how horrific they get, because everything happens very organically and on a level where you can understand this world’s absolute hate-on for her. This is why she’s a great heroine–shitty things happen, she either resolves her issues or doesn’t, but they never stop being important, and her character development is both obvious and not at odds with the character we fell in love with. Or maybe didn’t fall in love with? Whatever, I don’t know your life. Continue reading
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In my never-ending quest to find and consume all media billed as “Twilight with [blank]” (aliens, battle royales, sharktopuses) to see if said media really deserves it, I picked up The Hunger Games.
Actually, I picked it up because people I trust have been recommending it to me since it came out, usually appealing to my yen for a) bloodsport involving children and b) epic teen angst. The Twilight series has teen angst, but it’s the opposite of epic, and there‘s no bloodsport to speak of. The Hunger Games has so much bloodsport that the whole plot is bloodsport. Even the movie Bloodsport didn’t have this much bloodsport.
And it was awesome.
To say that Tina Fey is important to funny women (and women writers) everywhere is like saying that Barbara Walters is kinda a big deal in tv news. We all know who Tina is, we all appreciate the work she’s done, and while she’s stood on the shoulders of the funny women before her (Jane Curtain, Madeline Khan, Jan Hooks, Bernadette Peters to name some of my favorite) she’s done what none of them could do: lead the bad boys of comedy into a smarter, more equal world of laughter.
I know it’s something we all say about the celebrities we hold in high regard: “We would totally be friends!” And then it starts to get creepy when you realize the regular person actually means it. But I mean this, truly. Tina and I would be such good friends. Continue reading
I know, I know, there’s clearly something about these caricatures from Jersey that appeals to me, and I can only assume it’s the ocean of differences from my Texan Belle upbringing combined with my fundamentalist religion set of morals as compared to the fist pumping, random sex, spray painted make up lifestyle of Snooki and company.
However. I also grew up on Sweet Valley High books (does anyone remember Pascal’s series Caitlin? The trilogy about the rich bitch Virginia horse girl that accidentally made a cripple out of the ugliest girl in school and spent the rest of the series trying to make a pretty cowboy from Montana love her?) and I have an unabashed love for teen romances. Now that I’m in my 30s, that’s probably creepy, but let’s move past the therapy session for me and get down to brass tacks: is there good, hot sex in this book? Continue reading