Yet another book-turned-movie franchise is supposed to be the greatest thing ever. The depression from the Harry Potter phenomena coming to an end eight movies later has already sunken in, and Twilight is ending before we know it (thankfully), so top Hollywood executives needed to find a new book series to make more money with and ruin for so many crazed fan-girls. And that victim is hitting theaters worldwide before we know it: The Hunger Games.

Hype? Harry Potter and Twilight don’t get the kind of hype The Hunger Games has. The tempting 30-second movie scenes posted on YouTube, the endless TV spots and trailers shown during the Super Bowl, the mall tour (Westfield Broward, anyone?), midnight ticket pre-sales that already made Breaking Dawn: Part One look pathetic, and a whole plethora of special edition tabloid magazines featuring the stars of the flicks. Team Peeta and Team Gale are replacing Team Edward and Team Jacob. District 12 has officially made Hogwarts and Forks, Washington into unfashionable places to live.

I’m not against The Hunger Games whatsoever. I loved the books. I just fear a bad movie in return, and the hype is introducing a whole new set of preteen fans that never would’ve read about kids fighting to the death.