The Hunger Games. What to say, what to say? I enjoyed it. I really did. It got the heart pumping in the right places, a little tear too. But I’m not seeing it as my new fandom. It just didn’t appeal that much.
I will admit it, I suck at reading. I’ve books on my bookshelves that are over five, six or more years there and are still unread. Laser eye really set me back. An addiction to the Internet didn’t help either.
Many times I started books just before the movie has come out, Twilight springs to mind, I finished it in two days. The final day, that evening I had planned to go see it. It’s the only reason why. (So I guess that’s another reason to hate that dire piece of crap of a movie.)
The same can be said for THG. I only put aside my Agatha Christie’s and took out the first book in order to prepare for the film coming out in March. And to finally read the Empire and Total Film magazines when they’ve done features on the film. I wanted to remain as spoiler free as possible. I didn’t want to know who was cast as who. Granted it was hard not to know Jennifer Lawrence was cast as Katniss, and I was spoilt by seeing Woody Harrelson as Haymitch. I decided to read it now and get it done so I could read the mags without quickly covering the pages and saying “la la la I did not just see that. I did not just see that.”
I liked Katniss. I didn’t love her for some reason. I didn’t love anyone really. But I am all ooh Peeta, or Gale, or Peeta, or Gale, and so on and so on.
Despite Peeta being a doll and me wanting one. I felt Gale was the one for Katniss. Though I have the feeling it’ll be Peeta to win out in the end. But I’m not sure. Will have to see when I read the other two books.
And that’s the nail on the head. I can wait. I can easily wait until the next book’s adaptation is approaching before I feel the desire to pick it up. And it will be for the same ‘I want to read the film magazines’ reason more than a need to find out what happens to these characters.
I think perhaps it is the future, dystopia aspect of it. I am a history girl. It’s where my heart belongs. I am drawn and love stories set in the past more than I do in the future. In fact I’m trying to think of a book I love that is set in the future. I’m coming up empty.
Another thing is, perhaps it’s embarrassing, but I’m sure I’m in no way the only one who does this – I like to see myself in the story. Not as a character already in there. I don’t like that whole ‘ooh I do that too. That character is so like me’ crap. But just as myself, my own little traits and flaws. And I think my flaws would get be killed in the Hunger Games within the first two seconds. (Actually in know my flaws would. My gammy ankle and asthma would see to that.)
Where’s the fun and wishfullfillment in that?
edit: Lenny fucking Kravitz as Cinna? :0 I pictured Adam Lambert. Kravitz seems far too bulky for how I imagined Cinna. Blame Gok Won. I picture stylists skinny feckers.