The Hunger Games – Review
Every now and then, it’s nice to pick up a book that’s easy to read. The pages are crispy and white; the words are set in a large, clear font, and the story unravels in a direct first-person narrative. It’s also nice to pick up a book that you can’t bear to put down. The Hunger Games has all of these elements. It is YA at its best – a riveting, fast-paced story with intriguing characters, loads of action, and a love triangle that will have all the girls swooning, Twilight style. I will call it now – by this time next year, Edward and Jacob will be well and truly out, and it will be ‘Team Peeta’ or ‘Team Gale’ all the way. I devoured this book in two nights, and wished that I didn’t have to work or sleep so that I could finish it sooner.
I find it difficult to criticize a book that kept me turning the pages so swiftly – so let’s just say that I have a small list of ways that I think The Hunger Games could have been made even better (be warned, some of these may be considered spoilers):
- As I said in my intro, first-person narrative is fine – it’s clear, it’s to the point, it gets the job done. But there were so many points in this novel where I wished that I could get into the minds of some of the other characters. Did Cato get a warm, fuzzy feeling when he took someone’s life? How did Clover plan her kills?
- While we’re talking strategy, it would have been nice if Katniss had one. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a tough, capable girl, and she’s excellent at keeping herself fed and staying out of trouble – but I was yearning for her to make a real plan, to kick some tribute butt.
- Another thing about Katniss. It was so refreshing to have a strong female lead that gives the guys a run for their money – it would have been so much more impressive if she also had some self-esteem. I understand that she’s had a hard life, and feeling pretty has never been a priority, but at times I had serious flashbacks to Bella Swan’s self-effacing disbelief of Edward’s feelings. You’re hot, okay? Take a look in the mirror and accept it.
Despite these small, picky things, I have to reiterate that I loved this book. If you haven’t already, you should jump on The Hunger Games bandwagon – or risk being one of the people that’s running behind, trying to catch up to all the fun.