Over February break, Big Girl and I devoured all three Hunger Games books in five days; by now we’ve each read the series probably three of four times. We got Skater, not as devoted a reader that we two are, to at least read half of the first book before we all saw the movie. I wrote here about fierce Jewish women in the Katniss mold.
But DB surprised us all by starting to read the book. DB reads, a lot, but he reads non-fiction. Newspapers, magazines, books, newsletters. Anything financial, economic, current events, political, Israeli political, and the occasional 37-pound presidential biography. I’m not sure in the 20 years I’ve known him that I have ever seen him read a novel. But he just finished Hunger Games and is happily pressing through Catching Fire.
He wanted to start with book two since he already saw the movie but we forbade it, saying there are too many details not in the movie that he will need to know for later. I love that he picked it up so that he could talk about it with his daughter (and wife?).
She calls him Pa (yet she won’t read the Little House books I loved). Whatever she calls him, wow, what a great daddy he is. Happy Father’s Day to all the great daddies out there.