We’re getting a little nostalgic at Victor’s Village lately. The third movie is out, and there’s only one more to go. And four years ago, talk of the impending first movie going into production was swirling about. Personally, this time of year makes me remember that fateful day four years ago when I was really bored and thought “what the hell?” and downloaded the book to my Kindle. AND MY WORLD CHANGED FOREVER.
Not, the best or sweetest anecdote, but the odds were not in The Hunger Games‘s favor that I would read it. In December 2010 I was an MBA student, which meant I spent so much time reading business cases and articles that I really didn’t read for pleasure anymore. I’d heard plenty about the books and knew they were bestsellers but I didn’t read anything so silly as YOUNG ADULT books. Because young adult books to me were Twilight, a movie that I watched once when I was drunk. And The Hunger Games sounded really violent and I told myself I didn’t like stories with too much violence.
Ok, feel free to despise 2010 me for being the judgmental, close-minded kind of person that I complain about now. But at least fate intervened, and I learned my lesson. Which is why I tend to harass people who are doubters to read the book because I swear to them that IT WILL SURPRISE YOU in so many wonderful ways. And that they will still be so engaged in the story that four years later they will happily write things about it twice a week. Oh, wait that’s me.
It’s funny the little things in life that point you in new directions. Because my decision making process to read the book was so mundane. I was bored since my finals were done and my flight home wasn’t for a few days. While lazing on my couch, I read this little blurb in Entertainment Weekly about Gary Ross being selected to direct the movie and figured I’d finally give the book a chance. I guess I owe a lot to Entertainment Weekly for giving me that final nudge? Wow, it feels uncomfortable saying that.
Within a few pages I knew I had made the right decision. I knew because I loved Katniss. I felt like I understood her and understood how she viewed the world, which is incredibly bizarre to say since I’d experienced 0.01% of the trauma in my life that Katniss had at even the beginning of the book. Yet I still felt a kinship with her from those first few pages that only grew as it went along. I was so surprised how Suzanne Collins skewered all the things that worried me about our culture, how RELEVANT it all was. I was not expecting that. I was not expecting that at all from a book about “kids killing kids.” I got so into it that I yelled out a lot, I punched my couch a lot, I had to get up and jump around to release all my nervous energy because the book gets so intense. And I got so attached to Peeta midway (before the announcement of the 2 winner possibility) that I had to go to Wikipedia and spoil myself a little bit to know that he did not die at the end of the book (I figured Katniss would win, I knew there were 2 more books and didn’t figure Suzanne Collins quite for the George RR Martin type). I couldn’t bear to keep going if he died. Suzanne Collins made me love him just too much. Overall she made me feel too much. So by about 8pm that night I was done and buzzing with excitement. I couldn’t believe what an incredible book I’d just read.
Maybe it’s the surprise of falling in love with a story out of the blue, of realizing you were so utterly wrong about something, but December 17, 2010 is an important day for me. Reading THG made me realize, like so many others, that the “Young Adult” stigma was keeping me from a lot of great stories. While I have yet to find a “YA” book that I love as much as THG, I’ve learned that no matter what age group they are primarily marketed to, good books are good books. So tomorrow I’ll probably mark the day by picking up the book and reliving it again.
What made you decide to pick up The Hunger Games?