Life as We Knew It - Susan Beth Pfeffer More than halfway through this book and I'm pretty sure it has said all it needs to say. And yet I've still got half a book to go. Right now Pfeffer is repeating herself. The same issues, the same concerns, the same, the same, the same.
This is such an interesting premise, yet the interesting part - the freaking moon has fallen out of the sky, for pete's sake - is pushed aside so we can talk about food or hunger or god. Seriously?! I'm not sure how much more talk about food I can take. I get it, if the moon comes out of orbit I'll be hungry. But that's it? Really? That's all you can think to write about? Sad.

ETA: This book was either written by someone who
a) has never experienced tragedy of any type
b) has never been a child
c) wants to make me cry