I desperately needed to write something today. I feel like I’ve spent the best part of the last week with my nose in a book. This is, of course, not strictly the case.
I’ve spent the best part of this week with my nose in TWO books.
I heard about this whole Hunger Games malarkey a few months ago, thanks to some lovely people on Youtube who would not stop singing its praises. Like most book fads (most fads in general, I guess) I was wary at first. The last massively popular literary craze I can remember, The Da Vinci Code, bored the pants on me from the onset (it was so bad I was exhausted after the first chapter).
So when the internet exploded with hype over a trilogy of YA/Fantasy books about a young girl fighting for her life in some sort of twisted tournament, I took it with a grain of salt. For a start, I kept hearing the premise being described as “a watered down Battle Royale.” That, coupled with the trilogy’s YA associations making me feel old just looking at them, kept my interest at bay. However, a time came when I just had to give in to my curiosity and give them a try.
I instantly regret not giving in to it sooner.
Yes, its clear that the books aren’t exactly written for 20 something cynics like myself. But the prose in itself isn’t watered down or juvenile – a testament to the fact its written from the point of view of a young woman who has had to be the bread winner of her family since she was 14. The narrative so engaged me that I have read the first two books of the trilogy in the space of about 12 hours, and I’m actually forcing myself not to start the last book yet, lest I lose out on having fresh reading material for my train journeys over the weekend.
If you haven’t checked out the books yet, you should. That’s all I’m saying.