I read The Hunger Games trilogy last summer, and I loved it. When I love a book, I want everyone to read it. It's not fair that I should have all the fun, right? I started off recommending the book to my family, friends, and then moved on to my coworkers, many of whom are younger than me. I tried very hard to described the book without giving away any of the major plot points; nothing starts a brawl faster than revealing plot points. A brawl would have been less painful.
This is the sum of all the conversations that I have had about The Hunger Games in an effort to get people to read them.
"What is that?" came the response.
"Really? You don't know who Farrah Fawcett is? Charlie's Angels? Poster girl?" I was more incredulous.
I got polite blank looks. I tried again.
More blank stares.
"The Running Man? Stephen King novella? Movie starring Arnold Schwarzenegger?"
"Nope."
I gave up after that, picked up my walker, and made my way to the nearest Old Folks Home. At least SOME of those people will know what the hell I am talking about!