I know. We (Mother and I) have been neglecting the blogosphere. We will make it up to you.
Back to Book Land.
My American Literature class was assigned different books for our Literature Circles Unit. I immediately chose to read the Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. I just have to say one thing about it... AMAZING
It is my new favorite book. Although, this would conflict with my Harry Potter Nerd Contract.
Seriously though, read it. Do it. You will thank me. You're welcome.
This book was soo good that I ended up reading the second one -Catching Fire- soon after and am currently on the third -Mockingjay. The only thing standing in the way between me and the ending of this book is my ridiculous pile of homework. Don't tell me the ending. Not even a whisper. It might come through the Ethernet cable and attack my ears. Mockingjay. Hmmm... I think it is calling my name. I'm sorry Mockingjay, I can't read you.
Why not? I am very good.
I know you are. I...just... I have to read The Scarlet Letter for my class and do my Anatomy homework first. I'm sorry.
Whatever, Megan. I feel so unloved.
This is the weird guilt trip I go through.
Oh yeah. I have to read The Scarlet Letter. Ugh. --I know, I know. I call myself a "book lover" but the fact that I have to read 70 pages every other day is getting on my nerves. Detailed notes too. Grrr. I just want to sit down and enjoy the book, not dissect every single detail--
Sorry 'bout that.
My mother is still trying to read the final Harry Potter book. I think there isn't enough romance in it for her. Shame. It is a wonderfully epic finale. I am getting emotional just thinking about it.
She also read Hunger Games, Catching Fire, and is on Mockingjay. I'm soo proud.
I suppose I better get back to my homework... *currently sulking away*
