It is early March

And since I live in DC, that means crocuses and daffodils, not another month of snow.

Hunger Games

This is what ate up the last two weeks of my life. It was like an addiction. When I wasn't reading it I just wanted to be reading it, and when I was reading it there was nothing else in the world. It was like I was 10 again, when books would suck me in and spit me out when they were good and ready.

Was anyone else irritated with the ending? For the whole Katniss-Peeta thing to be resolved in like two sentences after an entire book's worth of OH MY GOD ANGST AND HURT AND WHAT WILL HAPPEN? Dissatisfying.