10
May
The Hunger Games Trilogy by Suzanne Collins

I’d like to start by asking this question: Why didn’t anyone tell me that this series is actually AMAZING!? As usual, I was blinded by the phenomenon. Most of the time, something that causes mass chaos with children and adults alike, turns out to be overrated. The exception to this rule is Harry Potter, though, if I hadn’t jumped on that wagon at 12 years old, I may have been skeptical about it too.
Needless to say I read the Hunger Games series out of sheer curiousity. I wanted to see what all the hubub was about. I won’t give any spoilers, so don’t worry. I will just make general comments on the series as a whole. I read all three books (about 280 pages each) in less than a week. Had I not had to work on some of those days, I would’ve been done in half that time. Even Stephen King applauded Hunger Games for its addictiveness. By the end, I felt like I had run a marathon. My emotions were twisted and turned and even reading it as fast as I did, I had to wait way too long to find out how it ended.
It’s true that the main plot point to this book is almost identical to that of Battle Royale (a novel published in 1999). But even if Collins did blatanly steal that plot point, it doesn’t matter. The brilliance of the series doesn’t lie in the idea that this society forces youth to kill each other off for their amusement. The brilliance is in the character development and interaction, as well as the great writing. I compare most all “young adult” books to Harry Potter now because I think that J.K. Rowling set a new precedence for the quality in which a young adult book should be written. Kids are beyond their years these days and there’s no sense in being lazy about the books written for them.
As others can attest, I get a little too emotionally invested in books, television, and movies sometimes. Example: I cried at the end of Captain America. My Hunger Games experience was no different. I acted like an addict and the books were my drug. I read it at the gym, while I made dinner, while I ate dinner, while Jimmy watched TV, etc. I stayed up until 1:30 in the morning on a “school night” just to finish the final book. And when I did, I just wept. It was a flood of emotions - like the levee broke and I couldn’t dam up the flowing tears. There were multiple reasons behind my tears. Suzanne Collins did such a great job and I was so invested in those characters, that when the story ended, I was: sad it was over, happy the way it ended, sad the way it ended, sad there wasn’t more, and happy that I was no longer a slave to it.
In conclusion: yes, I began as a doubter. I didn’t expect to agree with the mass majority of human beings. But yes, I loved this series to the end.
My advice: Read every book. Don’t start unless you have access to all three. Start on a Friday night, and expect to not get anything else done that weekend.







