And so --mid-read-- Shopoholic & Baby has been cast aside for another day. The cover of The Hunger Games has been cracked. The contrast between the two books is laughable. I'm trying to adjust my mind to be able to properly digest this story, after alternating wincing and laughing at the materialistic escapes of Becky Brandon, nee Bloomwood.
On the eighteenth page I gasped. By the 22nd I was wiping away tears. Any book that can get me so quickly is bound to be unforgettable.