Hullo, hullo everyone! Here is my slightly late Morning Muse post. I’m feeling very tired recently. Too much work and too much everything else to be fit in around it. How do people manage to find time to do everything they have to do? I’m flabbergasted! I really am. So today I’ll be reviewing an old love. I’m sure some of you have heard of it. It’s Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.
In the ruins of a place once known as North America lies the nation of Panem, a shining Capitol surrounded by twelve outlying districts. The Capitol is harsh and cruel and keeps the districts in line by forcing them all to send one boy and one girl between the ages of twelve and eighteen to participate in the annual Hunger Games, a fight to the death on live TV.
Sixteen-year-old Katniss Everdeen, who lives alone with her mother and younger sister, regards it as a death sentence when she steps forward to take her sister’s place in the Games. But Katniss has been close to dead before—and survival, for her, is second nature. Without really meaning to, she becomes a contender. But if she is to win, she will have to start making choices that will weigh survival against humanity and life against love.
If there was one word to describe this book then it would be ridiculously long and possibly a tongue twister. This book was Amazing, Awesome, Beautifully Written, Brilliant, Captivating, Creative, Dashing, Daring, Elegant, Extremely Riveting and so on and so on.
I reread this book just to prevent another White Cat incident where I couldn’t really remember what made it so good… and I’m extremely glad I did. To find out why, please read on!