The first time I watched the movie trailer, I thought something like “They’re not really expecting me to buy this, are they?”.
It took me a whole semester to realize that The Hunger Games had become something that you simply could not ignore. Besides, the protagonist looked pretty cool in the poster. And I was quite sure there was no sparkling vampire waiting between the pages.
As I couldn’t just give in, I adjusted for a compromise. I walked into the store thinking: “I’ll buy the book, then we’ll see”. Then I walked out of the store holding a package containing the whole trilogy in it.
Weeks passed and I just watched those three books resting peacefully on my desk. It’s a weird feeling, the one you sense during the days before opening a book. Looking at it, anticipating the moment when you’ll finally open that door and begin the adventure. It makes you eager to start, even more willing to jump into the arena (and with The Hunger Games, this is literal).
But the time was not right. So I waited a little bit more. It’s incredible how I can wait before beginning a book, but I get fidgety and impatient for anything else.
Then it happened. I got tired of the real world. I got tired of reading about the real world. I started wanting something more.
Walking along the bookshelves at the bookstore, I stopped and stared at the Philip Pullman’s ‘His Dark Materials’ trilogy. I read it so much time ago I can’t even remember the whole story, but I remember the feeling of being lost in another world, completely overwhelmed by a tale that was so unreal and yet so close to my heart.
That’s it. That’s what I wanted.
At home I glanced at ‘The Hunger Games’ books. That was my best shot. “You’re better be good, Suzanne” I whispered. And so she was.
From the very moment I met Katniss, I couldn’t resolve to leave her. I followed her while hunting in the woods of District 12, then at the reaping when, she volunteered for the Games, and finally in the Arena, fighting to stay alive. I just couldn’t let her go.
In an atmosphere that reminded me of Orwell’s ‘1984’, the Capital exerted its power over the Districts turning their kids in tributes and making a reality show out of their death in the greatest Arena ever, where they’re forced to fight one another to stay alive, until only one will survive and be the Victor.
In short, they sent kids to slaughter and then broadcast it for the joy of the families.
That’s not enough. Katniss is not the only one from District 12, since each District must send two tributes. And who will be the (un)lucky one? Peeta, the boy who saved her life once when they were kids; the one who confessed eternal love for her.
And there they are, struggling to survive in the Arena and finally forced to fight each other in this deadly tournament, for the amusement of the people watching.
For the first time in years, I had to force my self to close the book, to take a breath (and maybe have a proper meal sometimes). But don’t panic, because this is just the beginning. The second book ‘Catching Fire’ is there on my desk, I just need to reach out my hand to continue this adventure…
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