The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
Reading Outside the Box
Book clubs are wonderful things. I am part of a small club,
what I like to call “café size.” I get
to meet with the girls about once a month, have a coffee, laugh, laugh, laugh,
and talk, talk, talk. Eventually we even talk about the books.
Technically we are two sets of sisters, eleven daughters, eight
mothers, five grandmothers, and a couple of friends. An intimate group really
if you consider several of us play double or triple roles. In reality there are
only eleven in the group, three of them long-distance members. Structurally
loose, no member is kicked out for not having completed or even started a
selection. We don’t adhere to rigid rules like including two biographies, one non-fiction, three classics,
etc. into our reading lists. We have not planned any pilgrimages to Connecticut
where we can wander through the Mark Twain House and Museum then pop over
across the street to the Harriet Beecher Stowe Center. In other words, we’re
quite laid back and I like it that way.
I also like the fact that a book club where majority rules,
means that sometimes we each have to read a book that we would not normally
have chosen for ourselves. The Hunger Games was that kind of book for me. While on
one hand it sounded intriguing and I had already heard good things about it,
the subject matter wasn’t such a lure for me. Kids having to fight to the death in a spectator arena set in some stark
future existence was not my idea of fun.
To make matters worse, I am not a big fan of series. I do not like to feel obligated to read a set
of books. They are like Alfred Hitchcock
movies that leave you hanging—unless you break down and read them all. Maybe
I’m a free spirit, or maybe I just have book ADHD. It’s the old too-many-books-too-little-time
theory.
To my great surprise though, I loved The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins! It was interesting, suspenseful, imaginative, sad,
a real yank at the heart. The Hunger
Games lottery where participants are chosen reminded me of Shirley
Jackson’s “The Lottery” in which the loser gets stoned to death. The entire community participates in this
ritual including loving family members.
But back to the book. In the future nation of Panem, a boy and a girl between the ages of twelve and eighteen are drawn in a lottery to be participants in the Hunger Games. The Hunger Games is an annual competition which takes place in the capitol of the twelve existing districts. The twist is that the kids must fight to the death. There is only one survivor.
The book was an action-packed whirlwind from the beginning scenes of life in the village, to the lottery drawing,
to the physical and mental preparation, and to the actual game itself. The game takes place in a controlled environment, a bubble of sorts, where the coordinators can manipulate the physical surroundings to influence participant action. I was on the edge of my seat as Katniss and
Peeta pitted against each other fought for survival, then were urged on as a
team, then to the surprise twist. And at
the emotional end, believe it or not, I was ready for the second installment, Catching Fire, and finally the third, Mockingjay. Because the books were short and easy, geared
toward a young adult audience, I wasn’t annoyed in continuing on. In fact, I
was very enthusiastic. In the end I
urged my husband and son to read the series, and no surprise, they both liked
them.
I guess sometimes it pays to step outside your own little
box. I’m glad I read The Hunger Games trilogy. I hope
you will give them a try if you haven’t already. As you know, the first book, The Hunger Games, has already been made
into a movie, and a good one I might add.
The next movie, Catching Fire
is due out sometime in November of this year, so you still have time to read it
and even the third one, Mockingjay.
Happy Reading,
Annette
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