Kindle and I are in the honeymoon stage. You know…that fuzzy wuzzy time at the start of a relationship when everything the other does is funny and cute. You yearn to learn every last little thing about each other. Nothing can distract you…you are all wrapped up in the newness of finally finding your soul mate. It’s totally bliss.
And then he lets you down. At first you forgive him ’cause, hey, nobody’s perfect. Yes, inside you’re saying to yourself…”I thought he totally got me. I wonder what I’ve done wrong?” The second time it happens, you start to question your sanity…”Is this the right relationship for me? Did I commit too soon?” The third time you start looking for ways to get out with your dignity intact…but still hoping you can do it without him getting all stalker on you.
You see, he introduced me to a little trilogy of B-movie-like mediocrity called “The Hunger Games.” And like a fool, I fell for it. He dangled rave reviews in front of me like ripe fruit ready to be plucked. He wooed me with words like “thoughtful” and “breathtaking.” Little did I know he had an ulterior motive. To get me hooked and get me hooked good…bless his little fiery heart.
(I’m not going to go into the plot or tell you anything about the characters…you probably already know all about it/them. And, if not, you can go to Amazon to find out.)
Somehow, he got me to download the first in the series, “The Hunger Games,” and at first, I thought he really got me. He seemed to instinctively know what type of book I’m drawn to and I dove in ready to be swept away on an epic adventure of epic-ness. Only…that didn’t happen. The book was okay. I liked the author’s writing style but like a meal at a nouveau cuisine restaurant, I came away hungry for something a little more satisfying. Maybe she just went a little to heavy on the protein (meat) and not enough on the carbs (potato.)
Not to say I hated the book. I save my hate for truly crap books like anything by Lisa Gardner and books that feature the strong, silent guy and the gushing woman who meet, butt heads, eventually have sex, she lies to him about something really asinine but in the end they get together and go off to have lots of sex and babies.
The Hunger Games was a few levels above this kind of high-brow literature (insert sarcasm font here.) The pace was good, the characters interesting and the plot believable but…it had no heart. There was no emotion…no passion. The best books envelope you in the story…you become a character, albeit kind of silent partner-like. This book left me standing on the side of the road as the story rushed past. I got glimpses of something good but it didn’t stop to offer me a lift.
“Catching Fire” and “Mockingjay”, the second and third installments in the series, continued the story of Katniss Everdeen (click here for a list of all the players) and her quest to win the Hunger Games and finally make her mind up about which man (boy) is her one true love.
In the end, I always base how much I like a book on if I would read it two, or more, times over the next ten years or so. The Hunger Games trilogy is a one more read only. So with that, I give it a warm C+.
And if you’re interested, Kindle and I are still going strong. I’ve forgiven him for his initial blunder and I think we’re both clear now on our expectations for each other. He promises to only download quality reading material and I promise to recharge his battery on a regular basis.
I expect I’ll see the movie based on the books only because I can just imagine some pretty cool special effects. When it comes to movies, I’ll watch anything sparkly.
(Author’s Note: if you are wondering why I’m writing about a book(s) that’s been out for ages it’s because I refuse to pay hardcover price for any book and, if you want the truth, I only heard about the books when I was reading about the movie. I’m so retro that way.)