When I started blogging a few weeks ago, I had absolutely no plans to write a book review. That’s because I don’t consider myself a particularly sophisticated reader. What I take from a book and how I end up feeling about it can depend as much on my mood beforehand as from the book’s subject, characters, or execution.
But some books just defy external circumstance. They suck you in, propel you through an emotionally-charged journey, and dump you out the other end, forever transformed, whether you welcomed a change or not. The Hunger Games is one such work of fiction.