Yesterday I went to see The Hunger Games with my friend Malia. She had read the books, and I hadn’t. However, after seeing the movie…and really liking it, I’ve finally decided to give in to all of this Hunger Games hub-bub that has swept through the book world so rapidly. For a while, I was against reading The Hunger Games series because the series I associate my generation with is the Harry Potter series. Harry Potter and the greatness of JK Rowling will always win out, in my opinion.
However, I do understand the draw of The Hunger Games. Teens these days need a new set of heroes, a new set of characters to look up to since the Harry Potter books are all over (as are the movies). In my opinion, magical wizards going to a school of magic and trying to defeat a dark wizard is much more exciting than just watching a bunch of teens participate in a set of games in which the object is to kill each other, but hey…I’m not the one publishing these books. So, take that up with book publishers, not me.
But yes, I’ve given in to the pressure. Though I have no doubt that I will enjoy the series, I’ll be happy to return to the book world of love stories, psychological fiction, and just regular popular fiction. There’s only so much pre-teen drama I can take!
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