In the ruins of a place once known as North America lies the nation of Panem, a shining Capitol surrounded by twelve outlying districts. The Capitol is harsh and cruel and keeps the districts in line by forcing them all to send one boy and one girl between the ages of twelve and eighteen to participate in the annual Hunger Games, a fight to the death on live TV.
Sixteen-year-old Katniss Everdeen, who lives alone with her mother and younger sister, regards it as a death sentence when she steps forward to take her sister’s place in the Games. But Katniss has been close to dead before—and survival, for her, is second nature. Without really meaning to, she becomes a contender. But if she is to win, she will have to start making choices that will weigh survival against humanity and life against love.
When The Hunger Games was first released, I couldn’t escape it. My social feeds were flooded with friends absolutely melting over this novel, and for the subsequent novels as they came. For a long time, I managed to resist the hype. All I expected of The Hunger Games was an Americanized, watered down for a YA audience version of Battle Royale. I’ve seen Battle Royale. I don’t need to waste my time on a knockoff.
Then, of course, the movie came out. More specifically, it was the film’s soundtrack that had me questioning my stance on this series. The bluegrass, forlorn themes had me intrigued – what could this possibly have to do with a Battle Royale? I caved in, and went to see the movie. But this only heightened my curiosity! It wasn’t enough!
So I read the book, and here I am with my foot in my mouth.
(This review contains SPOILERS! Avoid if you haven’t at least seen the film.)0 Comments