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
