The first book I read from my list this year was The Hunger Games. I know, it’s everywhere now because the movie is coming out and whatever, but I’ve had it on queue forever and just got it in March. I finished it yesterday.
What I have to say about it is that THE POINT OF VIEW ALMOST KILLED ME OF DEATH. I needed to cap that because for the first two hundred pages it was a strain to read through it. What am I, four? I don’t know when was the last time I read something written in first person, but it must have been a long time ago because it unnerved me too much. The thing about the first person point of view is that it is VERY hard to carry. One of the common mistakes is to not be able to sustain the voice of the character when the author needs to explain something that is beyond them and in this book I was annoyed every time the principal character, Katniss, a girl that grew up in a very poor city, someone that spends most of her time hunting for food, spat out words like leniency, amiable and imprudent.
I think it was because of this that it was after I passed half of the book when I begun to care about Katniss (which by the way, everyone is a pet in this book; Katniss, Peeta, Cato, Rue… ).
Although the characters at the beginning are not very interesting on their own, the capitol people are kind of cool and after the games begun I wanted to keep reading. The plot is interesting and original enough; in the games 24 people must kill each other until one is the victor, and I was ever so glad that it wasn’t overplayed.
I’m gonna be reading the next two books, but later on. Next up: Flowers in the Attic.
“My spirit. This is a new thought. I’m not sure exactly what it means, but it suggests I’m a fighter. In a sort of brave way. It’s not as if I’m never friendly. Okay, maybe I don’t go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but I do care for some people.”
– Katniss, p. 121-122 The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.