When my friend introduced me to this book several months ago, I was wondering if it was worthy to read. I've read the first book which moved me to tears with sentimental scenarios but I seem to be restless without reading the other two books of the trilogy.
I was able to get hold of a copy but haven't pulled myself yet into reading them until the movie adaptation to the first book was released.
My friend and I were satisfied with the actress who portrayed Katniss Everdeen. She played it well and although some parts of the movie were altered from the original part of the book, we were able to go home with smiles on our faces.
Then, I realized that I want to know how it would end. So I started reading the second book to the series: "Catching Fire". Again, I relived the feelings I had when I read the first book "Hunger Games"--the desperate call for survival, the adrenaline that rushes to me like I myself was a tribute: a chess piece to a game that reeks of death, manipulated by outsiders.
I was able to go through the second book with a thousand questions on my mind. And the most unexpected thing happened, I began to start reading the third book--eager to know how the story would unfold and end.
But it wasn't at all pleasant to read. I felt emptiness upon reading it, like my very life was being sucked out from my body. The fire of idealism covered almost all the pages of the book but ended into the throngs of realism.
Was it real...
When all you hear are lies, you won't be able to identify the truth anymore. Reality becomes twisted and you would find yourself mistrusting people around you.
You will have a faint grasp of what's real and what's not. But you still cling to the hopes that you will be able to find something true behind those lies, just so you could get a grip of what little sanity is left within you.
The third book, Mockingjay, gave me only one unified feeling after I read it: Emptiness with a Sad truth. The truth that things won't go your way, that some things are meant to be played, that sometimes you have to keep a role to present.
But surely, one can only hope that after being mentally tortured., you would lose a part of yourself: your sanity. And that even though how you push it out of your head, the memory would sink in back like a mist.
...or not real?
