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A review by abigailcooper
The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
5.0
Let me preface this by saying the last time I read this book, I was no more than fourteen. I am twenty-one, now. I’ve been meaning to get back into reading like I used to, and I decided to go with a book series I remember and love. And as much as I’d like to say it was exactly as I remember it, it absolutely wasn’t.
This book is unbelievably good and unbelievably terrifying, all in its own way. If you would have asked me at fourteen what exactly I thought, I would have told you that it was amazing. It was incredible to read about how a girl was able to save not only herself but a boy she knew from her hometown. How it shows that teenagers are inextricably capable of taking care of themselves. But now? Dear god, these characters are actual babies. It breaks my heart to read about their deaths. About how they quite literally tried their hardest, and yet, even that wasn’t good enough because of the irresponsible actions of the Capitol.
I remember when The Hunger Games first became popular, and how excited I was to be able to see movies for the books I loved so much. But knowing that Katniss and Peeta are both no more than sixteen and seventeen absolutely kills me on the inside. Sure, they may be capable of doing a lot, but that doesn’t mean it hurts any less. They’ve a whole life ahead of them… and now they’ll forever live on with a past that they can never outrun. How utterly despicable.
I will forever love this book, but I feel like a part of me loves it because of the nostalgia.
That being said, I’m giving it five stars. Not only because of the nostalgia I have for the book, but because I know this book is phenomenal all-in-all. Despite the haunting nature of its contents.
This book is unbelievably good and unbelievably terrifying, all in its own way. If you would have asked me at fourteen what exactly I thought, I would have told you that it was amazing. It was incredible to read about how a girl was able to save not only herself but a boy she knew from her hometown. How it shows that teenagers are inextricably capable of taking care of themselves. But now? Dear god, these characters are actual babies. It breaks my heart to read about their deaths. About how they quite literally tried their hardest, and yet, even that wasn’t good enough because of the irresponsible actions of the Capitol.
I remember when The Hunger Games first became popular, and how excited I was to be able to see movies for the books I loved so much. But knowing that Katniss and Peeta are both no more than sixteen and seventeen absolutely kills me on the inside. Sure, they may be capable of doing a lot, but that doesn’t mean it hurts any less. They’ve a whole life ahead of them… and now they’ll forever live on with a past that they can never outrun. How utterly despicable.
I will forever love this book, but I feel like a part of me loves it because of the nostalgia.
That being said, I’m giving it five stars. Not only because of the nostalgia I have for the book, but because I know this book is phenomenal all-in-all. Despite the haunting nature of its contents.