Hunger Games mania has taken over, and yes, I’ve fallen victim to it. Shut up.
I’ve read the trilogy (have you? You haven’t? Get thee to a bookstore, stat, and cancel your plans for the weekend!). I’m seeing the movie this Friday with three of my girlfriends, one of whom is trying to get us to dress up like Capitol citizens. As excited as I am for the movie, and I am beyond excited, I draw the line at cosplay.
I read the first book for a book group I belonged to a few years ago. I tore through it in a day. One day. Then I waited impatiently for the second book to come in at the library. By the time the third was due to be released, I’d bought the first two, loaned them out to my sister, and went and bought the third one the day I was supposed to leave on vacation. I then proceeded to shove the books on anyone who would listen to me go on about how great they are. So far, no one’s been disappointed.
The best part about The Hunger Games? It’s opened a whole new world of YA for me.
Growing up, I went from reading books like The Babysitters Club and The Phantom Tollbooth to books by JA Jance and Lillian Jackson Braun. I skipped over the whole YA segment entirely because when I was of the age the books are usually directed to, well, it didn’t seem like there was a lot to choose from. And of the books there were, not many of them were any good.
These days, I can’t seem to get enough YA. In fact, it’s pretty much all I’ve read this month, what with new releases from Chloe Neill and Julia Karr. The stories are intriguing and complex, and the writing, while not simplistic, does lend for easy and quick reading.
With the release of the film version, I’ve had several friends who’ve never even heard of Hunger Games ask about them (and one of them has vowed to stop at the bookstore and pick them up). Sure, it’s a gritty, bleak, and often desperate picture Suzanne Collins paints, and some adults (namely parents) may think that it’s a bit much for kids to handle. And I’d agree, younger readers might have a problem with it. It is, after all, kids killing kids. (They should still reading. Just when they’re older.)
But I like the breakneck pace she sets, the cruel world she’s built, and above all, Katniss, her heroine. Makes me want to pick up a bow and arrow and climb some trees.