Fed Up With The Hunger Games

During the summer months, when I’m looking for some light reading, I’ll often try books designed for younger people.  Years ago Richard strongly recommended the Harry Potter series; I read them and enjoyed them immensely.

There’s been the same kind of buzz about The Hunger Games trilogy by Suzanne Collins (as well as UJ’s enthusiastic review) so I decided to give it a try.  The first book was interesting, as it introduced a weird world and its repressive regime, dominated by TV broadcasts of a bloodthirsty game where children are killed as ratings soar — a kind of cross between The Lottery by Shirley Jackson, the Star Trek episode where the Roman Empire survived to the TV era, and standard sci-fi fare about evil governments of the future.  When the resourceful and quick-witted Katniss won the Hunger Games and outwitted the evil game designers, I was happy.

Often it’s difficult for follow-up books to maintain the pace of the original.  The interesting world has already been fully described, and the characters and plot need to carry the day — and sometimes they can’t.  That was my reaction to Catching Fire, the second book in The Hunger Games trilogy.  I grew weary of Katniss’ self-absorption and hand-wringing about her odd and confused relationships and came to groan when she launched into the latest internal monologue about her feelings toward Peeta and Gale.  And mostly I was bored by the cast of wooden, one-dimensional characters — the evil, blood-sucking President, the valiant clothes designer, the drunken tutor, among many others — and the increasingly unbelievable world in which they lived.  And when the book turned to Katniss and Peeta competing in another Hunger Games, I felt the same kind of “been there, done that” reaction I had when the last Star Wars movie revolved around the destruction of another Death Star.

I’m now on the third book, Mockingjay.  My eye-rolling at Katniss’ indecision continues, I’m tired of the creaky use of TV interviews to move the thudding plot along, and I’ve come to resent the people of this world who put up with brutal unfairness for decades when they apparently could have simply escaped to the woods or visited District 13 long ago.  I’ll finish the book, because I always do, and maybe it will improve — but for now I’m fed up with The Hunger Games.

2 thoughts on “Fed Up With The Hunger Games

  1. I admire your perseverance. I have less time before me than I have behind me so if a book is not enthralling it doesn’t deserve my time. I feel the same way about food, if it’s not worth my time I’m not eating it.


  2. I feel the exact same way about The Hunger Games series. My friends give me a hard time about not liking the books and I can never explain my reasoning of why I think they’re crap, but you just put it in the perfect words with great reasoning and explanation. Thank you!


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