Overzealous feminism drives me bonkers. Coincidentally, that was cat’s name growing up. I digress… ;) haha
Okay, I’m at the part in Mockingjay when Peeta goes crazy. If he doesn’t recover, I’m done with this series. Done. :/ But, really. Don’t do this to me, Suzanne Collins. Please. haha
That is the beauty of literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.