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The way I feel about the Hunger Games series can't be compared to how I feel about Twilight, but it's pretty close. The movie has only strengthened my passion for these books, and every time I read them I'm struck by the genius of Suzanne Collins. The best part about the first book is that there is not a single event that is expected. Every page holds a new discovery, a new turn of events, a new twist on an old idea. Katniss's reactions are unfamiliar and mesmerizing. The planning that must have been put into this book would probably make me cringe (I hate planning).
The only thing that keeps me from a full-on obsession is the same thing that makes the series so incredible: it's just so darn depressing! I mean, I love tragedy. I love thought-provoking stories and books that teach you a lesson about the world you live in. But the death, the heartbreak, the never ending stream of gruesome, gut-wrenching scenarios... it's just way too much to take. (Probably should have saved this second paragraph for my post on the third book since that's really what I'm referring to here, but who cares?)
If I was a book judge (lol don't ask, I have no clue) here's how I would score Hunger Games:
Characterization: 10 out of 10
Pacing: 10 out of 10
Plot: 10 out of 10
Setting: 10 out of 10
Emotional Agony: 18,000,000,000,000 out of 10
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