In the beginning of all relationships, we factor in certain things. Is s/he attractive? (Let’s be real, that’s almost the first thing we notice.) Does the conversation flow naturally? Am I willing to see this person after tonight?
There were literally zero live Asians in the movie. None in the Capitol or in the Districts. Am I seriously supposed to believe there aren’t any Asians whatsoever existing within the decimated United States?
Here’s my list of the top 5 horror books that will have fear tickle your spine, grab you by the throat, and make your skin feel like it’s going to crawl off your bones. My favorite kind of feeling!