Dare ya, I think it said.
No, I'm not delirious, the book talked to me.
Hunger Games this, Hunger Games that.
Dude, it's not Harry Potter.
It's definitely not Twilight.
Jacob is NOT in it.
Neither is Adam Levine.
No, I'm not going to read it.
It took my husband one day to finish book 1.
It took him one other full day to finish book 2.
There there's that thing called work, family, dinner, sleep.
I think it took him 2 full days to finish the third book.
"Just read it. You'll like it!
No, I have a stack of real-non-teenager-books to read.
Even if I had the time, I would feel like I should be doing something else.
Working, making money, laundry, cooking, grocery shopping,
You know, real things.
"Just read the first page."
"Just read the first chapter."
My husband's book harassment was getting old.
I wanted nothing more to NOT read the books because he did.
You're cool honey, you and the squealing girls at the midnight premiere of the movie, that's super cool.
Maybe ask DQ if you can wear her Team Catnip shirt.
So then a week goes by and that book is there next to the couch.
Even My Boy and DQ aren't reading it.
"A book about kids killing kids, no thanks" says DQ.
Plus, just watch the news and you'll see that, wait...don't watch the news.
They're not followers. Apparently like my husband.
I'll read one page, be completely bored and be done with it.
Gave it the good 'ol college try.
Read me! Holy Crap, the book literally hissed at me. I swear I think there's a ghost in this house!
2 chapters later....I text my husband.
There goes my free time.