My five day weekend started off beautifully this morning; after my husband left for work and the dogs went outside, I spent my first few hours of freedom immersed in Catching Fire. Magnificent. Damn, Suzanne, what am I supposed to do until Book 3 comes out?
(My 8th grade pal from whom I'd borrowed The Hunger Games is just as bereft as I at the wait, if not more so. He has decided to write to Ms. Collins in hopes that his letter will speed the publication. Though I think it unlikely to work, I also think it's an awesome idea and I'm all for it.)