Tonight I’m starting the third book in the Hunger Games trilogy. So far, The Hunger Games left me feeling strong. Good triumphs evil …I think. Yesterday when I started Catching Fire, the second book, I was revved up and ready to go. Today as I got into the second half of the book, my mood darkened. I was not just identifying with the protagonist, but I was really feeling dread. Heavy, plodding, dread. I just finished the book feeling so empty. I couldn’t figure out why.
This whole story takes place in a totally newly created apocalyptic world. The characters and all they do are not too paranormal, so it’s pretty believable. I had no trouble being part of the story. These are the first books I ever read like that because I was not a Harry Potter fan. (I tried, but just couldn’t do it). Yet I was head over heals with Twilight, but that setting was in our world. This story, in this strange, new world was filled with a lot of love and emotion, but I had such a sense of something missing in the total society.
Then it dawned on me. There was no hope. Why? Because there was no Higher Power in this world. The people only had themselves to depend on. They had no where to go in their darkest moments. What was there, was there. This just made me so, so sad. A book with so much death, and not once did it mention what happens when you die. Maybe that’s the symbolism in this domed arena? One thing I do know for sure, this series evokes a lot of emotion and gives the reader a lot to think and ponder. If you haven’t started these books yet, fire up your Kindle and get ready for an interesting ride.
And so, as another day goes by, I’m spending the evening with Mockingjay, and….I have written.
I was afraid to read this because I wasn’t sure if you would give away the ending. I am on page 226 on my Nook. Can’t wait to see what happens!