This young-adult science fiction adventure trilogy is just the sort of book series I would normally shun. I thought it sounded like a post-apocalyptic Twilight without the vampires; teenage EMO stuff. But when 18-year-old granddaughter Andie and her lawyer mother, Adele, both highly recommended The Hunger Games, plus I saw on the Kindle lending library that I could download it free, I decided to scan the first few pages and see what the fuss was about, then move on.
After The Hunger Games, I did move on: to Catching Fire and Mockinjay, second and third in the series, which I finished yesterday. I zoomed through all three. This is no formal review or analysis, only one reader’s experience that these books were the most fun I’ve had reading in quite some time.
I’ve never watched a television so-called reality show, not so much out of intellectual snobbery, but because voyeurism in general gives me the creeps and the idea of people watching TV as a simulacrum of life in particular makes my skin crawl. So when Collins’ stretches the idea of nationally televised “to the death” games using children from the districts of her created world to keep the populace in line, it is particularly horrible and it resonates. I enjoyed following the hero’s journey of Katniss, Peeta, Gayle and the others, and thought the device of having the über bad guy’s breath smell like blood and roses was inspired.