The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
Oh no, Teddypig didn’t go there… oh wait, he totally did.
Oh no, Teddypig didn’t go there… oh wait, he totally did.
Thank god for sex. It cures all mental baggage. Who needs shrinks anyway? Just hop onto a penis today!
This story has its charms, but yikes, the hero and the romance have many, many red flags.
It’s the amnesiac fake bride of the secret agent, people, and she’s coming to get you.
This one confuses being in heat with being in love.
Quentin Tarantino touches himself excitedly while directing this eye-rolling self-congratulatory waste of almost three hours.
LOL box office dud. Like anyone didn’t see that coming!
Who asked for this? WHO?
This one is… uh… hmm, let me think. It’s… oh darn it, it’s a book, alright?
I cringe at the plot, but everything else isn’t too bad. Still, the plot… sheesh.