My slumbers are filled with disturbing dreams. The face of the redheaded girl intertwines with gory images from earlier Hunger Games
Yeah, about that.
My slumbers are filled with disturbing dreams. The face of the redheaded girl intertwines with gory images from earlier Hunger Games
Yeah, about that.
I’m starting to really question the morality here.
I grit my teeth as Venia, a woman with aqua hair and gold tattoos above her eyebrows, yanks a strip of Fabric from my leg tearing out the hair beneath it. “Sorry!” she pipes in her silly Capitol accent. “You’re just so hairy!”
And it’s another stupid frivolous woman. Why, book?
Last time on the Hunger Games, Katniss finds out that the drunken former winner is actually going to be really important to their survival in the games.
So they need to sober him up.
a group of Peacekeepers marches us through the front door of the Justice Building. Maybe tributes have tried to escape in the past. I’ve never seen that happen though.
Sheeple.
I mean, really, what are they going to do if they run? Shoot you?
Last chapter, Katniss’ sister had just been chosen for murderdeathball. Katniss volunteers herself in her sister’s place.
And fridge logic kicks in.
So Smallbrother told me I should read The Hunger Games, and I decided to take this opportunity to demonstrate the difference between the reviews I give fanfic and what it actually looks like when I’m really picking things apart.
As is usual for people trying to talk things up to me, my brother’s description of the book did not impress. “So they’re doing it for the evululz?” I said.
“Maybe?”
So who could turn that down.
The back of the book claims If she is to win, she will have to start making choices that weigh survival against humanity and life against love. I am all about that kind of stuff.
Also, my brother recced it in part as feminist because the main character is not only female but competent, which is actually not exactly a view I hold, so you get bonus attention to gender here.
Well, here we go.