So, I embarked on The Hunger Games. Interesting plot, moved quickly, slightly predictable though. My personal thought was that the author did too much bending to her will. Every time the plot was getting "tough" (as in it was getting hard to go in the direction she wanted it to) Suzanne Collins just made something "magical" happen that would shift the plot back into the right direction. The overall plot was really good, and I like the dystopian future that she had set up and I will read the following two books in the series just to read more about it. I'm a rather large fan of the dystopian future books. Anthem by Ayn Rand = Best book ever. Also high up on the list are Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood, Brave New World by Aldous Huxley, Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury and 1984 by Mr. Orwell.
Anyways, as I was making my way through The Hunger Games, I kept having remote flashbacks to another book about children killing each other. I read Lord of the Flies in two of my English classes, so I've heard my fair share of lecturing on it, but alas I am getting old and I felt a re-read was in order as all I could really remember about reading it was how sorry I had felt for Piggy. Poor poor Piggy. So right after finishing The Hunger Games (as I had to wait for Amazon.com to process and ship my order for the next book in the series - Catching Fire) I dusted off my old copy of Lord of the Flies and once again got lost on that island with Ralph, Jack, Piggy, Sam n' Eric. No one will ever have to remind me to never to get on a plane full of boys from a British private school.
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