One of the very first books I read this school year was ‘The Hunger Games’ by Suzanne Collins, and I have to tell you, it was amazing! If you haven’t read it yet, you may want to turn away, because you may experiences spoilers.
I found ‘The Hunger Games’ to be a riveting, depressing, somewhat frightening, and revolting book. I told one of my classmates this, but she said that the book was more-so unfortunate in place of sad or depressing. She also said that, if Peeta had just died, if Katniss hadn’t saved him in time, then the whole thing would be over. Of course, there would be two alternate endings if Cato had killed Peeta.
One- Katniss dies. She loses the will to go on in the Games and is killed by Glimmer, Cato, maybe even Thresh. No one has to see her again, worry about being tortured for information about her hunting habits, no more dealing with her strange, ‘Temprance-Brennan-type attitude (forgive the ‘Bones’ reference). Gale would forget about Katniss and, in time, fall in love with the mayor’s daughter.
Two- Katniss goes back home to District 12, marries Gale, and never becomes the Mockingjay. The war of Panem doesn’t break out, and Katniss never has to think about President Snow, never has to discover that 13 is alive. (I warned you about the spoilers)
But, I still say that ‘The Hunger Games’ is one of the greatest books ever written. But ‘Catching Fire’, the follow-up to ‘The Hunger Games’, is a different story. My friend I mentioned earlier is in agreement that either it could never have been written, or it could have been written a different way. But that is yet another post…