The Hunger Games
I read a lot of popular fiction. As a writer, I need to know something about books that are extraordinarily successful – i.e., what it is about them that makes millions of readers clamor to buy. It was on that premise that I read Twilight, and loved it enough to read all four books more than once. For the same reason, more recently, I read the Fifty Shades trilogy, and you all know how I feel about these.
I initially resisted The Hunger Games. Actually, that’s not entirely true. I tried to read it, but stopped soon after Katniss volunteered to take her sister’s place as the Tribute from District 12. The plotline upset me. I mean, children fighting to the death? I have trouble watching reality TV, and this is reality TV taken to extremes.
But my son read all three books and loved them. And my daughters-in-law read them and loved them. And my BFF read them and loved them. And there were all those millions of readers – and then the movie!
So I picked up the book again and pushed through it this time. I’m not sure if I can say that I loved it. I’ve never been a big one for dystopia, and violence just isn’t my cuppa, so to speak. I do think it was very well written, and it certainly has action and drama.
But I’m still unsure.