I’ve heard it said a million times until it was so cliché I hated it.
May the odds be ever in your favor.
But fortunately, even the most world-wide recognition can’t scar the beauty of something original. My indifference to The Hunger Games trilogy stretches far back and I lumped it straight into the trendiness of violent YA fiction and stereotypical dystopian novels.
As you may have guessed, I’m not writing this just to tell you that I still am unfeeling towards it.
About a week ago I started reading The Hunger Games, and found it better than I had expected. This wasn’t a story of a 20-something year old kick-butt master assassin, but a girl. A girl who’s hardened by the difficulties of life but still real and hurt.
When I started reading Catching Fire I was immediately riveted and reading almost non-stop because, whereas with the first book I already knew most of the story, the second book is a little more uncharted for me.
Any time a book is in first person, I feel deeply connected to the characters, but with Katniss I especially care for her. I love her. One of the many things I love about her is her wariness of trusting others. Especially when it comes to romantic relationships, Katniss is unwilling to let herself feel freely. Not only can I relate to that, it gives so much depth to the character. She’s raw. She’s broken. But she’s strong.
I don’t know what else to say, since I’m not done with Catching Fire yet. I’ll keep you updated. I figured that I should post about something other than Star Wars once in a blue moon.