The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins is a teen read. Of course adults have gotten in on the excitement for the book(s) for a toatally different reason than the teens. For the teens the book is all action packed, little bit of love story (but not much) hard times, and the hope of a modern day gladiator to rescue the oppressed people living in all 12 distiricts of what was once known as North America. There had been 13 districts but you learn quickly that 13 has been demolished because of their rebellion, so of course all the other districts feared being demolished so they lived a life of torment and anguish in order to just barely survive. For the adults it’s more of a political mindset. You know somebody has to cause an uprising to stop this terrible oppression placed upon the district people by “The Capitol”
I will have to admit that I wasn’t too interested in reading a teen series. Most are too immature and deal with immature subjects that I just don’t have a lot of tolearnce for in an enjoyable book. Well, because of all of the hype, I decided to read the first book in the series.
During the first five chapters I spent the whole time trying to figure out the author, Suzanne Collins, instead of the plot in the book. I was so side tracked by trying to figure out why a person would write a book for teens with such horrible content. Kill or be killed, being forced to “play the game”. Living in a country/ place where the people are no more than pawns for the excitement of the government. The whole concept seemed to be too far fetched, too roman empireish, too third world, too……. Oh my goodness, all of a sudden I was Katniss, I forgot Suzanne Collins even existed and I was living in District Twelve. I was looking for somebody to cause an uprising and over throw this opressive government. Little did I know it would be me, aahemmm.. excuse me, I meant Katniss.
Yeah, Katniss is the name of the main character, and her little sister is named Primrose. Gale is a boy, (doesn’t that make you think of strong winds blowing) and Peeta is the baker’s son. Come on, Peeta as in Pita, the baker’s son. Really? Then there’s Effie, and several others. OK, if you can get over the names, and use your imagination because there are so many things in this book that you have never actually seen you are in for a good read.
Suddenly, Suzanne Collins is no longer a sick minded author who places kids in the middle of a blood bath for the sake of entertainment, but she suddenly becomes the master artist pulling you in to this (not so far fetched, afterall) world of hers. She is the master at making you turn the page, sit on the edge of your seat, and feel like you are a part of Panem.
Did I say I was only interested in reading the first book in the series? Oh well, on to the next book. Glad I have this wonderful Kindle so I can buy it at 2:00 am without even leaving home.