This post is old, so what you see here may not reflect my current opinion and mindset, certain information may be outdated, and links may be broken.
I was stuck at the hospital for a long time on Thursday, so I decided to finally start reading something in my Kindle backlog. I started reading the first book of A Series of Unfortunate Events, but I actually found the author’s style of defining terms on a regular basis annoying. Thus, I decided to start on The Hunger Games trilogy instead.
Oh. Em. Gee.
I was hooked. So hooked, that I stayed up late on Thursday night and Friday morning finishing the first book and started on the second book. Then I stayed up until 7:30am on Saturday finishing the second and the third book. I just could not stop reading. I found myself really liking the first and the second book. The third book, while providing a good finale, was the weakest in the series, and I felt it was awfully rushed and kind of confusing.
Despite that, the book’s characters and plots really grabbed me. The dystopic setting, the totalitarian nation of Panem and her districts — all of them just gripped me like one of the Capitol’s citizens watching the game. Yet the harshness of the game, the cruel fates awaiting for the Tributes, and the whole political shebang of the trilogy have left me quite horrified at the same time. The philosophy of the books reminded me of Animorphs; both series made me question the world and how it’s not always black-and-white. Really, it has been a long time since I’ve read something so impacting. I am only sorry it took me this long to read it, but at the same time, I’m glad I waited for the whole trilogy to be completed instead of waiting around with a nasty cliffhanger living in my head.