So, I've been lent a copy of The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. I know, I'm probably one of the last people in the United States to have picked it up but... it happens.
Sadly, I am unmoved by this national bestseller; so much so that this 374 page YA novel has sat on my pillow, undisturbed, for 5 days straight. I hate to say it but, I'm giving up on this one.
Ms. Collins has created an intriguing world; a dystopian society arisen from the ashes of a post-nuclear U.S.. I'm a sucker for dystopian fiction, as well any political criticism, thinly veiled or otherwise. And the thing is, I'm fairly certain that her novel will delve into political waters; the dangers of complete government control of a nation, the strength of the people, the will to unite and rebel.
But I don't care.
And that's my problem with this story. The plot, while, in theory, is something I should be drooling over, has failed to move me toward anything but complete and utter boredom. Told in first person, present tense, the story moves at a fast pace but does nothing to inspire feelings of fidelity for either (or any, for that matter) of the characters. I don't care if Katniss -the main character and narrator of the story- wins the Games. I don't care if she lives or dies. I don't care if the family she left back home in impoverished District 12 starve to death... I just don't care.
Turning each page is a chore; one that I'm am, unfortunately, going to drop like a bad habit.
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