I have an admission to make. I have not seen Hunger Games. Honestly. I haven’t. It’s been out more than a week. A very good friend of mine has seen it already. Twice. And is thinking of going again. I haven’t seen it. I haven’t seen it and… I don’t particularly want to.
Have I lost my geek cred?
I read the book, the whole trilogy in fact, though it was sort of touch and go here and there. I don’t usually put down books I’ve started unless I really, really hate them. I even read all of Wise Man’s Fear and, I have to say, that was an accomplishment for me. So I did read Hunger Games and its sister books. They were okay. A little slick. A little shallow. A little Mary Sue. But okay.
I thought as I read the first one “Well, this would make a better movie than it does a book.” And yet I still haven’t gone to see it. I can’t work up the interest. Even though it’s proof that America will go see an action movie with a female lead.
I’m going to be drummed out of the nerd girl club.
I’m so ashamed.