On a whim the other day I decided to start reading the Hunger Games, by Suzanne Collins. So many people who’s reading styles I admire have raved about this series, particularly this first book, that I thought it was high-time I got with the program. And plus, what could be better than another Battle Royal-type hunt-or-be-hunted thriller?
This was superb. The story begins in mid leap and doesn’t stop for a moment’s rest. In commuting terms, I like to call a book I get this absorbed by ‘a time machine,’ as it whisks me into another world between subway stops. The brute honesty, sincerity, and encapsulating of the young adult experience is so humbling that it puts the reader right there with Katniss, trying to understand the horrific spectacle that unfolds around her.
5 out of 5 stars, yo.