Friday, June 3, 2011

The Hunger Games


The Hunger Games
Suzanne Collins

Maybe I should start with the plot?
There is a 16 year old girl, Katniss who basically is picked to take part in "The Hunger Games", in a sort of morbid lottery. I say morbid because these kids are picked out of their district to fight to the death in an arena (in this case, it's a forest). Katniss's sister, Prim, is actually picked to play in the games, but Katniss volunteers to take her place because Prim is only 12 and Katniss is a skilled hunter. In a post-apocolptic North America, a new "government" is formed which is centrally located at the Capitol. There are 12 districts which each have a specific task to preform such as agriculture or collecting coal. Katniss lives in district 12, which is extremely poor, hence why she is such an excellent hunter as her father died when she was young and the only way to provide sustenance for her family would be to hunt/gather.
Katniss is thrown into the arena and basically the whole book is her getting through the arena. Does she win? I guess you'll have to read it to find out.

The actual book wasn't that good. While I honestly couldn't put it down and the second I finish this, I'm going to read the second book in the series, it might not have been that great of a book. Katniss was annoying at most times, she was one of those girls who doesn't realize how "awesome" she is. Enter Bella Swan. Barf. But she didn't bother me, maybe. I'm not sure how I feel about her mostly because she really was awesome. Then there is Peeta. In the Hunger Games, one male and one female are picked from each district, so a total of 24 12-18 year olds are forced to participate in the games. Peeta is the male, Katniss the female from District 12. Peeta is so amazing. I could look up another word for him, but every synonym for amazing should just be written one after the other. For the past two days, I found myself randomly saying his name in a loving tone. "Peeeeta" followed by a squeal. He might be better than Ron Weasley. No, that will never happen, but almost. ALMOST.

The only word for this book is morbid. You can't describe it any other way. These districts and the Capitol get such a pleasure (well, maybe not so much the districts as the Capitol) out of watching these kids kill each other. They literally fight to the death. The whole thing is televised and there are celebrations all the time. Parties to celebrate young kids killing each other. Yet, somehow, despite it's morbidity, it's not gruesome, bloody or disturbing. It just is what it is. It's not beautiful, but it's not graphic. When you hear the plot, you're like "WHATWHATWHAT this is a kids book". It's not as disturbing as you'd assume.

Okay, off to read Catching Fire.

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