Greetings, YAngelists! I'd like to welcome you to a new feature here on FYA, prompted by the ridiculous state of our inbox. Every day, we get thousands* of emails from loyal readers who wish to express an opinion, ask a question or simply shower us with compliments. These
compliments emails are so awesome, we thought why not share them with the internets? We hope you enjoy and respond to them, and in return, feel free to send us questions and opinions (esp. if they're not long enough for a proper Smarty Pants post). But don't think that including a champ can will get you published. We're not that easy! The champ can has to be full AND still have the straw attached. Obvs.
*I am a liar.
MY LITTLE KATNISS
Emma G turns three today. I could have gone with the stereotypical gift of a stuffed animal or a doll, but instead I decided to give her the greatest gift of all: knowledge. Specifically, the knowledge that we are enslaved to our Capitol overlords and that only by inciting a violent rebellion can we hope to end our oppression. It's time toput childish things away, my daughter. Grab your bow & arrow and let's go to war against the Peacekeepers!
P.S. Lest you think this is a truly abominable example of parenting that warrants a report to the Child Protective Services, please add this to the long list of Inappropriate Literature Emma Has Taken Off My Nightstand. See also: The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo.
ALEX PETTYFER CAN BLACKMAIL ME ANYTIME
Am I the only one dying to know what kind of blackmailpictures Alex Pettyfer has on seemingly every casting director involved in YA adapted movies? I mean seriously, there must be carnal relations with barnyard animals inolved because this is getting ridiculous. He's been approached to play Peeta? Shut the front door. Maybe, maybe I'd be ok with him playing Gale (if Ethan Peck turned it down, obvs) or even Finnick, but that jawline does not say sweet unassuming son of a baker, that jawline says stud, and Peeta Mellark is no stud. On the other hand, him being cast as Jace from Mortal Instruments, ok, that one's spot on.
I leave you with the immortal words of Amy Winehouse: What kind of fuckery is this?