Today I just finished reading the first book in a series, The Hunger Games. Most people have already read it. I'm actually surprised that I just barely started. I finished this first book in one day. it cost me several hours of sleep and homework time: All well worth it.
Basically, I found this book to be nothing short of amazing. The story was well told in an easily imaginable setting. For me the main characters were so easy to relate to. I was immediately attached to them. I even cried when Rue died. hahaha Don't judge.
The most haunting part for me was the parts preceding the actual Hunger Games. I couldn't help but run the characters situation through my own head and wonder about how I would deal with the situations. I kept imagining the people I knew. And the situations were present so strongly in my own mind that I felt the same anxiety as the characters in the book. I remember, when I got home from school earlier, I was reaching the part in the story when each of the tributes were being interviewed the day before they were to be sent into the Arena. As soon as I read the last line of that chapter: "It won't work for me, because she came here with me.", I literally collapsed on the couch in shock because I couldn't bear the thought.
That was probably the most poorly written response to a book that I've ever written.. but it's past midnight and I have to be at school early tomorrow.. and I still want to read more of the second book.. therefore, I don't care.
There's an insight to the dramatic me. hahaha
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