I realized this weekend that I am secretly...or not so secretly, really...a 13 year old girl. Friday night, on the way home from work, I HAD to go buy the second and third Hunger Games books because I knew I would be finishing the first one that night, and I HAD to be able to start the second one right away. On Saturday, I was forced away from the second book only by my absolutely required errands, luckily one of which was having my car serviced, so I could bring the book with me. However, as I was sitting in the Honda waiting room, I suddenly came to the realization that I was a 45 year old woman sitting there in a hot pink hoody and jeans, reading a hugely popular young adult book, occasionally checking my email on my hot pink iPhone. Ridiculous. I can hear every therapist I've ever gone to saying "let's talk about what is missing in your life to cause this..." Pathetic. But do I see myself doing anything differently any time soon? Nope! What does THAT say? And probably the absolute worst part: I am already DREADING finishing these 3 books because I know that I will be MASSIVELY depressed when they are over!