Misguided Reader

So far, no one has vomited today. Success! Jack and I still feel icky, so we're going to spend the day in our pajamas, eat pedialyte popsicles, and watch the Wonder Pets. (I realize I'm tempting fate my blogging about NOT vomiting, as Jack and I both puked after posting the last two days.)

Anyway, let's talk about something not as gross, shall we?

Earlier this year, I read The Hunger Games and would NOT shut up about it. Unfortunately, I knew no one in real life who had read it so I begged Alex to read it so I'd have someone to talk to about the book.

It should come as no shock to you that he never read the book.

I did, however, convince some friends to read it and they loved it as much as I did. I had so much fun on the cruise talking to them about the book, especially because they both finished it while we were on the boat. When I got home, I asked Alex once again to read the book because I was convinced he would love it. I'm not really sure why it was so important to me that he read the book as well, but it's something I haven't been able to let go.

(A part of me still thinks I can turn my husband into a reader.)

(Ha!)

(And also, HA!)

He promised to read it on the plane to and from his guys' weekend this past week. So I gave him my Kindle and sent him on his merry way.

Friday night, I texted him and asked if he started reading it. He said he was 30% through and it was pretty good. I was really excited that he was enjoying the book and figured he'd finish it early this week. And then...I'm not sure what? We'd sip tea and discuss the finer plot points? I don't know. Point is: I wanted him to finish the book already.

Last night, he told me he was 71% through the book and that it was "really starting to pick up." I looked at him funny because things don't really "pick up" in The Hunger Games. It's a pretty intense book from start to finish. And THEN he said something that had ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with the plot of The Hunger Games. In fact, what he said was a plot point of a YA vampire novel.

Me: You aren't reading The Hunger Games.

Him: Yes, I am!

Me: There are NO VAMPIRES in The Hunger Games.

Him: There aren't? Are you sure?

Me: You've been reading Misguided Angel, which is the fifth book in a silly vampire series.

Him: (taking the Kindle out) Oh.

Y'all, he read the wrong book. He read the WRONG book. HE READ THE WRONG BOOK.

I have spent months (MONTHS!) trying to get him to read this freaking book and he finally sits down and reads a BLUE BLOODS NOVEL instead.

And do you know what he said when we figured this out? "Thank goodness because it was NOT very good. I read Mrs. G's post today about it and was like...really? This isn't all that great."

OY.