Let me begin by saying that I read The Hunger Games in a matter of hours. Yes, I caved into pressure from my friends, siblings, and the media, who have been promoting the book and the upcoming movie with a raging hysteria. And I admit, I read it for the sole purpose of expressing my opinion about it, because I want to seem relevant. Hence, I had to be informed.
The book itself is about a middle school reading level, with about as much eloquence as Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight series. However, it was a sensational quick read, so I found it difficult to pry myself away from it. In total, it took about 3.5-4 hours to read spread over the course of the evening. Overall: decent story, a little cliché, basic writing. Not bad.
What I don’t understand is the fanaticism associated with it. With the final movie installment of the Twilight Series set for release this year, people need a new obsession to latch onto. But unlike a hobby, books and movies provide a finite amount of enjoyment. Once the series is finished, it’s done. No amount of fan fiction or action figures or t-shirts can reignite an extinguished flame. So is fanaticism worth it? Whether one is a fan of a pop star, television series, or athlete, everything must come to an end at one point or another. Has fanaticism always existed? Or is it a product of our times? Or since the birth of a national popular culture? Why does our culture encourage fanaticism? Do we need fanaticism?
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Firsts This Week:
- Read The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins