Let's Not...

Had I listened to Janine, I would have Catching Fire in my hands right now. Janine said that I should order CF right away so that when I finished with The Hunger Games, I'd have the next installment available.

I didn't listen and I'm waiting. I'm reading another book that's good but... it's a memoir and one of those books that's interesting but has way too much fodder and I don't think that I have the stamina to finish it. In fact, I put the memoir down in order to read THG.

This part of ...Hunger reminded me of Fair Game, a flick that I watched right around the same time that I read THG:

I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a part of every tribute they can't own. That Rue was more than a piece in their Games. And so am I. (236-237)

I love that part in Fair Game when Valerie Plame talked about her CIA training and how they did this one activity until they broke every trainee, except for her. I'm unbreakable, she said.


I did my own version of unbreakable tonight. I went to yoga which I thoroughly enjoyed. I like the instructor too. I've been three times and he's never done the same routine. We used chairs and I felt the intensity heighten when we went into Warrior Three but for every Warrior Three, there's the moment when you lift your arms, stretch, then wrap your arms around your legs. Delightful. And who knew that laying on your back with your legs in a chair could be so refreshing? Let's come back to the present, the instructor said and I thought Let's not...

After yoga, I made a pit stop then hit the pool. After a few laps, I went to Target -- didn't know that they're open until 11 p.m. during the week and certainly didn't know that such a thing as mango Chobani existed; I almost squealed...

Anything made you almost squeal lately?