Thank you to those friends real and web-based who acknowledge that I, as a parent, have a right to choose when and if my children read The Hunger Games trilogy. I am grateful and appreciate the awareness that parental rights usurp society’s.

Upon reflecting, it seems I’ve not so much received criticism for my own decision but moreso I’ve received justification from others for their decisions to allow their child(ren) to read the books and see the movie.

As if I haven’t said it enough… I.Don’t.Care. I do not care what others read. I don’t care if it is only scriptural writings, classics, contemporary popular, or a stack of porn mags. I don’t care. I really don’t.


Until the line is crossed and an adult or another child passes on something, in secret, for my child(ren). That would be a problem. And that problem may well result in a sheriff’s help in resolving it.

I am the parent. My Husband and I are the parents. No one, no entity should assume we have passed the torch unless we specifically say, “S/He’s yours. We trust you.”

And “trust” is a mighty big word.


Here is yet another summary of the Hunger Games worth sharing with children who have read the book. I did read this to our older three this weekend. They know, from friends and friend’s parents, the premise. They know why, specifically, I am not keen on their reading it at this moment. But there is a lesson to be learned from the storyline. As I’ve said repeatedly to folks, I get it.

Just like I get that my older ones are at a point where they’re trying to figure out their own place in the community and they’ve listened to me enough to know that I believe we are already in a totalitarian state – with the takers of entitlements being the totalitarians – and so for my children to read this story about children sent to murder one another, is just a little too real at this moment.