My fellow Book Blobber Morgan recently “live-blogged” his experience reading Game of Thrones. My coworker lent me his copy of The Hunger Games and insisted I read it. In my head, these logically combined into me live-blogging THG.
Here’s what happened:
The Hunger Games Live Blog, March 4, 2012
2:08 p.m. Am I really starting this now? After everyone else has read it and raved? I probably won’t like it. Urgh. I’m nervous.
2:17 p.m. “Gale spreads the bread slices with the soft goat cheese.” Why would you write it that way? You spread the soft goat cheese ON the bread slices. I already don’t like Katniss. Or this writing. Urgh.
2:20 p.m. “We easily trade six of the fish for good bread, the other two for salt.” BUT YOU JUST SAID YOU CAUGHT 12 FISH.
2:25 p.m. Oh. Now you have 4 fish left. Still. Why did you say THE OTHER two?
2:44 p.m. Her family is saying goodbye to her so calmly! So weirded out right now.
After 2:44 p.m., I was no longer able to force myself to put down the book long enough to write anything. And so ends my failed attempt at live-blogging.
Now clearly, I am the last person on the planet to read THG. This means two things: 1) I didn’t include a cut for spoilers on this post, and 2) it had been talked up to me so much that I was worried. I went into it expecting to be disappointed, and for the first 36 minutes, I was. (And, as my live-blogging shows, bitterly cranky about it.)
But here’s the thing: I never liked Katniss. I never liked the writing. And yet dear God I could not put this book down. That is how incredible the plot was.
I know I’ve pretentiously nattered on here before about appreciating good writing and relating to characters, and how I can’t enjoy a book without that. Suzanne Collins floored me not only with her incredible storyline, but with proof that I was, in fact, wrong about this. I loved THG. Not to obsession, not to midnight-movie-premiere craze, but much more than I thought I would and enough to make me drool after my roomate’s copies of Catching Fire and Mockingjay.
And enough to make me watch the preview and get goosebumps. Here’s another way THG has turned me on my head: I read the book first, but I actually think I might enjoy the movie more (un. heard. of.). Take out the writing style and Katniss’s first-person narration, and what you are left with is a sheer unadulterated adrenaline rush. Thank you, cinema.
In sum: I read the entire book and watched the trailer multiple times on Sunday afternoon. At work on Monday, I spent most of the day listening to the Dixie Chicks’ “Travelin’ Soldier” on repeat and trying not to indulge in tears of exciting emotion.