My daughter just said to me, "I'm going to make a cup of cocoa and go read Little House in my bed." Honestly. Some of my favorite words.
This one has been reading like crazy lately--probably because we've been without a television for six weeks now. She just finished Hunger Games and, like the rest of us, couldn't put it down. I thought it might be too heavy or dark for her, but she devoured it. Ha! Pun. She found her brother's old bow, packed a backpack with some essentials, called for Patches and played "Hunger Games." She has spent the past two days in the woods. We have talked a lot about the harder themes presented in the book. I love books that make me think about it for days (even years, in some cases). And, like her, I love books that make me want to be a part of the story (not that I want to hunt humans or be hunted by other humans for a reality TV show).
Movies, on the other hand, make me nervous. I know they've made a movie out of Hunger Games and I'm a
But the movie doesn't come out for a while. I think I will go make myself a cup of cocoa and go read Little House. Or maybe Hunger Games again.