Looking at the trailers of "Hunger Games," and overhearing female coworkers gush about the story, I started thinking about how the girly tweentastic stories have already turned vampires and werewolves into set pieces for sparkly glittery explorations of love triangles. Now comes "Hunger Games" and the love triangle has invaded the dysptopian future genre.
How long until some failed children's author churns out a trilogy where a plucky but very bland girl with the whitest name possible accidentally falls into the past and must choose between the love of hunky but sullen teenage George Washington and bad boy Benedict Arnold, with the fate of the future United States in the balance?
It's only a matter of time, right?
How long until some failed children's author churns out a trilogy where a plucky but very bland girl with the whitest name possible accidentally falls into the past and must choose between the love of hunky but sullen teenage George Washington and bad boy Benedict Arnold, with the fate of the future United States in the balance?
It's only a matter of time, right?