The next day, America gets ready for her big send off.  She’s going to an airport, and I think the airport thing actually holds up.  For once, the fact that we get shit-all of a description of this place works out.  See, there’s four girls leaving from this one airport, suggesting that there’s not an…

Over the week after her Selection, America gets bombarded with official people getting her ready.  Her least favorite person is some woman who wants to double-check all the facts on the application, but…America’s already been announced as the winner.  Since this isn’t a lotto, why not do the fact-checking ahead of time?  That way, if…

Many people have mentioned in asks and comments about the blatant Hunger Games rip-offs.  Yes, I see them, too.  They’re obvious because they don’t fit at all with the rest of the book, so they basically have a neon sign over them going “I don’t belong here.”  Frankly, I am choosing not to point them…

It’s Friday, guys.  (No, in the book.  I know it’s really Thursday.)  And on Fridays, there’s some super special news broadcast that everyone doesn’t have to watch, but everyone has to watch it.  Or…something. Even Eights—the homeless, the wandering—would find a store or a church where they could see the Report. YOU HAVE A CASTE…

America starts the chapter by waking up after having a dream about  her and her boyfriend.  So…yeah, we can check that one off the “bad romance cliché” checklist. “America,” Mom crowed, jarring me from my dreams. The mom-hate is taking over.  Mom can’t even wake America up in a neutral fashion.  Moving on.  Mom wakes…