My boxed set of Suzanne Collins's The Hunger Games Trilogy arrived yesterday. Last night, as is my wont before I go to sleep, I cracked open the first book and set to reading. On the second page of text, I encountered this:
I swing my legs off the bed and slide into my hunting boots. Supple leather that has molded to my feet. I pull on trousers, a shirt, tuck my long dark braid up into a cap, and grab my forage bag.
Anyone else find it strange to put your boots on before you put your pants on? Perhaps the universe of The Hunger Games operates according to different physical laws. That, or Katniss likes her trousers super-baggy.