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Kiera Cass once compared food to books. She said some books are like a well-rounded meal, meant to sustain you and provide you with information and wisdom for life. Some books are like a dessert at a high class restaurant, the kind that comes with a leaf on the side of the plate and a drizzle of sauce. Kiera said her books were like comfort food.
To continue this metaphor, I'd have to say that the Hunger Games is like a Warhead. Or a Fireball. One of those candies that you put in your mouth and instantly regret because the pain is too much to bear, but you can't spit it out because you know it will get better. Except with the Hunger Games, it never gets better. It only ends.
It takes a masochist to read these books.
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