I haven't read The Hunger Games yet, but I gather that the YA reading list hasn't become especially sunny or optimistic lately. When I was a YA, everything we read had to be about two or more of the following: the Holocaust, suicide, or bulimia. Also acceptable were books about racism, provided several lynchings were described in technicolor. Then, after we finished our assigned reading for the year, the school board would hold a workshop on what could possibly be causing the rampant depression in the student body.
Well, it's too late for me, of course. As soon as I'm done with this post, I'm going to go huff some wood glue, write a note blaming my parents, and OD on some Xanax I...READ MORE