Hunger Games. Kindles. The Next Big Thing.

NANOWRIMO you say? No. Never heard of it. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please go away.

Oh, hang on, have you read The Hunger Games yet? I sure hope so cos, as I told you before, it’s going to be the Next Big Thing.

Everyone I know is going Hunger Games crazy. By which I mean, plural people I know have now HEARD of Hunger Games. Some of those people are even reading it. Exciting times. When they’re finished maybe we can sit around and talk about how great it is. Maybe someone will say “I like that bit when blah blah blah” and someone else will say “I found it interesting when yadda yadda yadda”, and I’ll go, “MAAATT DAAAMON.”

It’s a lot to hope for I know but hey, I’m young and idealistic and I’ve yet to be ground down by this cruel patriarchal society and by not being a millionaire or a successful YAF author or a roller derby superstar.

I’ve tried author-stalking Suzanne Collins but she isn’t all about the social media which I find unfortunate. I like to imagine that she lives in a hippy commune somewhere. They grow their own food and keep their own goats for milk and cheese and they make their own clothes from natural materials. They don’t use electricity and there’s an old woman who looks after the bees and they poo into long-drops and then compost it and use it on their land. It’s a hard life, but they rely on nobody but themselves and so they’re happy. Without Facebook. Somehow.

It’s a shame that there isn’t a universal font that shows when you’re just joking about. Or when you’re sort-of joking.

Anyway, look. The Point is this: Hunger Games. Gender performance. That is all.

I’m now off to buy some Judith Butler from Amazon. It’ll look so pretty on my bookshelf.

IF I get it in book form that is. The book costs £10 but the Kindle edition is a bargain at only £3.69. I’d have to buy a Kindle as well, naturally, so perhaps at first this doesn’t seem to be the best idea, but put it together with the probable fact that I’m only ever going to read ‘On Liberty’ if I get a Kindle (BECAUSE I’M NOT PAYING FOR IT IF I CAN DOWNLOAD IT FOR FREE, NEVER MIND THAT I DON’T LIKE READING FROM THE SCREEN BUT DON’T HAVE A PRINTER TO MAKE A HARD COPY) then I’m sure you’ll agree it adds up. Kindles are £90 on Amazon right now. It’s tempting. Initially I wasn’t a fan but the more I think about it the more I like the idea. I hate carrying books around. I don’t like to be weighed down unnecessarily. OR necessarily, in fact.

The thing that would sway it would be if you could word process on them. Nothing fancy – I’d be happy with a little MS Notebook type thing. And if you could write electronic sticky notes and put them in the pages of the book you were on, then view all the notes attached to a particular book and/or compare them with other notes you’d made in other books. Using TAGS maybe. That’d be the clincher. I’d buy the SHIT out of a Kindle if it could do all that. And if it had an audio-book option, fine. If it could play all my music, brilliant.



Rupert Grint kisses gynaecological cancer

No, really. Sort of. Rupert Grint provided a big old smackeroo in a confusing-yet-presumably-supportive gesture for The Eve Appeal. He also wrote some words and signed his own name, so NER to those of you who didn’t thing he could. I’m not really sure why The Eve Appeal decided that selling kiss-prints would be a good fundraising campaign for gynecological cancer: for me the ideas of Rupert Grint’s ‘kiss’ and cancer of the cervix really don’t sit well together. Even if it IS Rupert Grint.

Before I do an accidental rant, let’s move on. I’m a bit about Harry Potter, at the mo’. With Harry Potter you get everything: magic, adventure, awesome ginger humans and hilarious puns.

Why So Sirius?

It’s not the story, particularly. The 32.6 minutes I’ve spent obsessing (look, I’m busy OK?) has been focused on people obsessed by Harry Potter. Particularly this guy. Half the time the people obsessed by everyone’s-favourite-annoying-fictional-wizard and his cast of much-less-annoying-yet-sadly-still-fictional-wizard-friends-and-foes are more interesting that any of the books or movies. Especially the fifth one. They’re so much more IMAGINATIVE. JK Rowling may have given the world Lord Voldemort but Violet_quill gave us the hilarious and x-rated Lord Voldemort’s Diary, Bridget Jones style. Read it. Love it. Then immediately move on to the Potter Puppet Pals ‘Wizard Angst’:

And once you’ve done that I suggest you get yourself over to the Harry Potter Tattoos tumblr site and immediately start deciding the most ostentatious way in which you would like to have your love of Harry Potter Ron Weasley etched permanently onto your skin. Then buy an ACTUAL wand. Then watch all the movies back-to-back while reading the books and listening to the soundtrack. An HP cacophony.

Then have a nap, get over it, and read The Hunger Games. It’s the next big thing don’tcha know. Stephanie Meyer totally bloody loved them, but don’t let that put you off. And don’t worry if you can’t be arsed to read it, the first one’s already being made into a movie starring some highly-sexualised teens (just to keep your attention) but also Lenny Kravitz and Woody Harrelson.

Be there or be totally behind the times.