This is one of the first books that I have read in a while purely for myself—purely because I wanted to read it. I don’t think I’ve actually read an actual book that I have wanted to read in nearly three years… I just haven’t been up for the task—I haven’t been in the right headspace to read.
And this was a very good read. I’m very fortunate to say that this book has helped to pull me out of the reading funk I was in.
I’m always one for historical things, and young adult literature has always been a favorite of mine. If I were able to read this again for the first time (even though I just finished reading it), I would do it in a heartbeat. I definitely recommend this book to anyone looking for a young adult mystery.
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.
I loved this book. I do, I promise. It’s intense in the best of parts, and it leaves you off on a cliffhanger that begs you to keep reading onto the next book (which I’m actively preparing to do).
One thing that got me was some of the repetitiveness you’d find every now and then. It wasn’t often, but every now and then, I’d read something pretty much verbatim to what I’ve previously read in the first book. And while I understand that it is a part of a trilogy so perhaps it’s just a reminder for those who haven’t read the first in a while, it got on my nerves. However, that’s about it.
The cliffhanger was good, albeit annoying (I hate cliffhangers, because I always keep reading if I’m able to—personality flaw, maybe). The characterization was amazing. I love how Peeta is, and the introduction of Finnick is just as great. He was always my favorite when I watched the movies, and seeing him and his personality in the book was just as great this time around.
The writing keeps you wanting to read more and more. Without much convincing, might I add. I feel as if Collins has an excellent way of pulling the reader in, regardless of what the content may be.
May President Snow eat shit, and Katniss realize that she will, indeed, find Peeta again.