If you haven’t seen my sporadic commenting on Twitter about my feelings toward The Hunger Games casting news, let me enlighten you:
Every little bit of news makes me want to barf.
I’m nervous about the film, okay? My eyes glaze over as I see the dozens of tweets firing back and forth about EW I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY PICKED HER! and OMG HIS HAIR’S NOT RIGHT! and YOU THINK HE CAN PULL OFF DRUNKEN MALARKEY?! and AT LEAST THEY PICKED A BLACK GIRL!
And while I’m watching the dozens of tweets fly by my eyes are growing wider and wider and I’m trying to keep the bile from rising in my throat. From the get-go I was nervous about a film being made of my beloved series. I thought the budget was meager to begin with. There was so much introspection involved in the novel, the thought of seeing everything visually on screen makes me think: How are these people going to pull it off?
And there’s nothing wrong with hoping and crossing your fingers that these filmmakers get it right. There’s nothing wrong with being nervous or anxious, either. Bottom line is, I want it to be good. But it’s the ridiculous amount of wanting it to be good that makes me want to barf.
I avoid the news when I can, but when you’re a YA-Fan-4-Life and follow 100+ likeminded YA fans on Twitter, it gets a bit difficult to ignore because EVERYBODY AND THEIR MOTHER TWEETS ABOUT IT. And then, for good measure, I go and decide to post my thoughts about it, too.
Behold, a conversation with one of my dear friends IRL, over text message. She never fails to make me laugh in spite of my melodramatic wailing.