Dear People Who Over Commercialize Brilliance and Ruin it:
My name is Tiffany.
I love to read.
So much so, that I created a word to bestow upon those literary gems that leave you changed inside once you've read them.
What's Crackliture, you ask?
Books like this one.
The word Crackliture was created to describe a set of books I'm sure you have heard of by now- a little old series called, Twilight.
I read Twilight before most of you knew or cared about Edward and Bella.
And now, you can't sneeze without germing up someone who thinks THEY are the biggest fan.
Fine- you take Twilight.
But only on one condition.
I keep Hunger Games.
I read Hunger Games on October 7, 2008.
Almost exactly a year ago.
Again, at the time, it was just a book.
A few weeks ago, I finished it's equally wonderful sequel, Catching Fire.
Now it's becoming a phenomenon.
I cannot STAND to see that fabulous story go down in commercialized flames the way Twilight is burning now.
I knew Twilightease (as in disease) was getting bad.
The half ass movie, the stupid t-shirts, the perfume.
Then I saw this brilliant post by Heather and I died a little inside.
Burger King crowns?
I am begging you, commercial America, please leave Hunger Games alone.
Let my future Mockingjay tattoo be original, not a sticker in a happy meal.
Let the book remain a secret amongst those who haven't yet found it's beauty, not the script for a bad after-school-type-movie.
Let Peeta and Gale love Katniss and tell their story without being pitched against one another on "teams".
Put a stop to the madness. The action figures, the Halloween costumes, the lunch boxes.
Yours in All Things Crackliture,
Whose with me?
Start by making a vow.
A promise to keep Hunger Games and Catching Fire to yourself.
Maybe if we don't blog and tweet about it, we can keep it safe?
I'm willing to take any and all ideas.