I started reading Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins a few days after I finished The Hunger Games, but it didn’t grab me. Teen angst, I thought. Teen angst! Who needs it!
I mentioned this to a friend of mine who was in the middle of it, and he told me that it started slow, but picked up speed quite nicely; and then he finished it, and assured me that I should by all means continue. So this week I finally picked it up again (which is to say, I found it way down the list of books in my Kindle app), and what can I say? He was right.
I won’t say much about it—no spoilers here—but it kept surprising me right up to the end, where it got a little clumsy; Collins gives us significant information in a quick little info-dump, and it really seemed to me that she’d gotten tired and wanted to get it over with.
Nevertheless, I’m curious about the third book, and expect to read it soon. We’ll see if she sticks the dismount.
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I’ve been meaning to drop by and comment for some time … can you tell I’m doing it all in one fell swoop? 😀
Wow, I hated this book. The angst was bad enough but Katniss actually seems to have gotten stupider as she is clueless for the most part … throughout the whole competition section especially. Brilliant concepts, such as the venue and “big picture” concept for the competition, but so poorly carried out. Ugh. (I realize I’m in a very small minority with this opinion.)
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I thought it was OK; but then my expectations were low. And then, of course, OK is just OK. It’s not outstanding, brilliant, truly amazing. I.e., Collins isn’t Bujold, Brust, Pratchett, Wodehouse, Wynne Jones, etc., etc. But then, who is?
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Or Gaiman, Chiang, or Bradbury … but as you say … who is? 🙂
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