This contains spoilers for the Hunger Games trilogy.
I finished the Hunger Games trilogy, and was abhorred, but not surprised, by Katniss' choice to hold a revenge hunger games. I wonder if Hollywood will treat that the same, or if they'll leave that part out. I'm glad for Donald Sutherland's part as President Snow; I can't wait to see his portrayal of his final hours. We have a wait, though, with Hollywood's new formula to extract more money from the masses by splitting the final book of a series into two movies.
Next, I started Greg Bear's Vitals, but wasn't able to get past the beginning. Instead, I read Charles Stross' Saturn's Children, which was a riveting blend of what would happen if Heinleinesque sexbots got ahold of Asimov's three laws of robotics. And I was completely enthralled, as I imagined I would be, by the author of such forward seeking works as Accelerondo, Glass House, and Singularity Sky.
Next up was Twilight, which I promised a friend I would read. It wasn't entirely bad, once the vampire part of the story began, but I'm not certain I'll finish the series.
Enough about books. What I want to say is that when my health declines and I find myself gasping for breath, or in a funk because I can't scratch an itch, I always come back to thinking about how my dad would handle this horrid disease, and that gives me the fortitude to go on, because I expect that he wouldn't moan and grumble quite so much as I.
Source:
http://aaronwinborn.com/blogs/aaron/last-weeks-reads