In a few short hours my kids will be waking up to all the goodies left by the Easter Bunny. They’ve been almost delirious in anticipation, however, I’m dreading the inevitable sugar high we’re in for tomorrow.
Since I’ll be running around trying to contain a couple of crazed children for the next few days (and since I’m a few weeks late with my posting) I figured I better get a couple of posts written in advance so Damien can stop cursing me. (Just kidding, Damo!)
I’ve been busy, busy, busy this past month or so; it feels like I haven’t had time to do anything! In the midst of my hectic schedule, somehow I succumbed to the phenomenon that is The Hunger Games.
The people who know me personally will confirm that I stubbornly refuse to buy into media hype when it comes to books and films. I have never read or watched Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, or Twilight – simply on principle. I was planning to sidestep everything to do with The Hunger Games too, but in a moment of weakness I downloaded the first book onto my Kindle to see what all the fuss was about.
You might remember that if I start reading a book I have to finish it; that I’m incapable of reading a few pages or a chapter or two and deciding that since I don’t like it I’ll set it aside. So, as I turned (or rather, ‘clicked’) the first page, I fully expected to be spending what precious little time I had suffering through either a dull or absurd story. Instead, I was drawn in from the very first sentence and read the entire book in one sitting (much to the dismay of my husband who had to put up with the reading lamp keeping him awake until 3 a.m. or 4 a.m.)
Once the first book was under my belt, of course I had to download the second. That’s the extension to my weird ‘if-I-start-it-I-must-read-it’ quirk – if it’s a series I have to read them all! Luckily, in this case, I was actually looking forward to the second book so that wasn’t a drama.
Again, I read book two, Catching Fire, in one sitting. By this time I was getting pretty tired, but there was no question when it came to the third book. On the third night, Mockingjay almost downloaded itself, and once again I was enthralled.
Now, usually I’m not at all a fan of this type of book, so I was pleasantly surprised that I enjoyed the trilogy so much. I’m also – shall we say – a few years older than the target demographic, but I loved it just the same.
The only disappointment I found was at the very end of Mockingjay. I won’t spoil it for anyone who hasn’t had the chance to read it yet, but I felt cheated of a proper finale. The ending seemed like a hasty explanation that tidied up the loose ends instead of the action and suspense that had been in place the whole way through. Even though I was left with this sub-par conclusion, I’d still encourage you to go out and read The Hunger Games.
Since I wavered and ended up surrendering my position on hyped-up books, I’m even more resolute in my plan to refuse to watch the film. As most people will agree, the movie version of books never lives up to the original story and the world that it helped me to create inside my head. I’d rather miss out on what may well be an excellent movie so that I can keep my version of The Hunger Games intact.
Emma is a freelance editor and writer who got her start at Newbie Writers two years ago. In her previous career she was an accountant, but escaped the numbers game to envelop herself in the literary world.