Don't be mislead by the bot-generated tweet on the right side of my page: I do not give The Hunger Games 4 stars. That is a filthy lie that is just the surface of a mass Amazon conspiracy to make you think you can trust the reviews. YOU CANNOT.
While I know quite a few people (my sisters, especially) who will REALLY disagree with me here, I just didn't like those books.
I'm discovering with every book I've read in the past year that I truly despise plot-driven fiction. I would rather read a book about a man who sits around doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, and the author simply relies on characterization and actual writing skills.
Hunger Games is the opposite of that. It's messy. We're supposed to accept personalities right off the bat. It's a crappy version of plots Ayn Rand made up already, but at least she sucks you in with believably complex people before laying the post-apocolyptic crap on.
I'd write more, but I am le tired.
For my New Years Eve, I'll be polishing off Tina Fey's book, Bossypants. It's great. WARNING: It's also full of sex jokes and f-bombs. So...just sayin.
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