As part of the weekly drama, my grandmother dislocated her hip.

(Again.)

And I got shuttled off to the hospital for one two three four five six seven EIGHT hours while both our phones died. Yay!

Luckily, I brought a book. (I always bring a book.) In fact, I brought several books. In fact, I brought the first several books I could find, which turned out to be my boxed set of The Underland Chronicles. I've wanted to re-read both Hunger Games books waiting for the third, but one of them got LENT OUT (who the hell lends out other people's books, anyway?) so this is the next best thing.

I hadn't re-read them in a while, but I managed to go through all of them while there. Well, what else was I going to do? (You know what I could've done? I could've walked home and picked up my recharger and walked back, that's what I could've done. I didn't do that.)

So as I read them, a few things occurred to me:

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