I'll do my best to make this relatively spoiler-free, in case you've somehow managed to not read the book or see the movie...
When pretty much anything, be it book, movie, actor, musician, or product, gets too popular, it's easy to dismiss. The backlash begins almost immediately with anti-(whatever it is this week) comments and jokes. The negative bandwagon is an easier one on which to hitch a ride. It's almost reflexive. Anything with that much hype can't be any good. But what about when it is?
I finished reading the last book of The Hunger Games today. I cried. It's not about beautifully written prose or a carefully worded phrase, although there was a bit of that as well. It's about a girl who finds herself swept up into something bigger than she can ever hope to control. Her whole world is coming apart and they've chosen her as the poster child for the rebellion. In the midst of incredible pressure, she does the most courageous thing she can - she narrows it down to a fight to save herself and those she loves.
It's a complicated story. There is very little that is black or white but rather a whole lot of gray confusion. It's about breaking, and being broken, and putting yourself back together. There is violence and blood and death and torture and beauty and love and friendship and hope. There is a love story, if you want to call it that, but it's not the center of the book. Romance takes a backseat to survival, which it should.
Best of all, there is no fairy tale 'shove the bad under the carpet' happy ending. There are consequences; there is a price to be paid by everyone, not just the bad guys or the ones who don't make it, but the survivors as well. It's messy. It's real. I didn't feel cheated or tricked at the end because the end fit, it made as much sense as could be made after all the tragedy and violence and upheaval.
Hats off to Suzanne Collins for not taking the easy way out, for not bowing to pressure from her audience like some other YA authors have done and forcing a happy ending, and for acknowledging that being young doesn't mean that you don't understand the big stuff. If you haven't already read The Hunger Games, give it a shot. You just might be surprised. Or not. Let me know.
Hello, my name is Jenna and I was a book snob. There was a time when I refused to read anything not worthy of the title, literature. I analyzed everything. Reading became a task, something to be endured. Eventually, I rebelled and read nothing but fluff but that too lost its appeal. So, this is me, getting back to my roots because I began by reading everything and anything on which I could get my hands and I loved it all. I hope you'll join me and have a little fun on the way.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
The Dragonriders of Pern
My parents divorced when I was 10 and we moved temporarily into the house built for my grandparents' eventual retirement. There was only one proper bedroom but upstairs were two lofts - one filled with twin beds and the other filled with books. I'll let you guess where I spent most of my time.
Up to this point, my favorite book had been The Hobbit but much as I loved it, there was really no place for girls in Tolkien's Middle-earth. Dragonflight was the first book that I remember wanting to live in; I could picture myself at Benden Weyr. Of course, I wanted to Impress a dragon, which makes me giggle a bit because I've since developed vertigo and it's funny to think that I used to want to fly.
Anne McCaffrey passed away last November and I'm ashamed to say that a friend's post about her death triggered the first thought I had had of her books in at least a decade, maybe longer, but when I decided to start this blog, hers was the first name that came to mind and I knew I had to reread at least the first book.
So, I bought the trilogy for my Kindle (yes, it's blasphemy but how else can I carry a library with me wherever I go?) and with the first page, I was hooked. I know how the books end. I know the storyline and the characters. It didn't matter. I stayed up reading until 3am because I couldn't bear to stop.
Perhaps The Dragonriders of Pern isn't literature, perhaps it's Fantasy and not even 'proper' Science Fiction, but Anne McCaffrey created a world in which women could be heroes and when she first wrote it, it was a new and daring premise. And she told a damn good story. I remember being young and slightly lost and feeling more at home in the pages of her book than I did in real life.
Almost 30 years later, and it's still a good story with well-drawn characters, a fascinating world, and excellent pacing, but its hero is no longer unusual. I love that it's become normal for girls to be heroes in our fiction because fiction, especially Fantasy and Science Fiction, is a safe place to explore new ideas, it opens doors and gives people the idea that they can walk through them confidently.
Thank you, Anne, for Pern and all who follow in your footsteps.
Up to this point, my favorite book had been The Hobbit but much as I loved it, there was really no place for girls in Tolkien's Middle-earth. Dragonflight was the first book that I remember wanting to live in; I could picture myself at Benden Weyr. Of course, I wanted to Impress a dragon, which makes me giggle a bit because I've since developed vertigo and it's funny to think that I used to want to fly.
Anne McCaffrey passed away last November and I'm ashamed to say that a friend's post about her death triggered the first thought I had had of her books in at least a decade, maybe longer, but when I decided to start this blog, hers was the first name that came to mind and I knew I had to reread at least the first book.
So, I bought the trilogy for my Kindle (yes, it's blasphemy but how else can I carry a library with me wherever I go?) and with the first page, I was hooked. I know how the books end. I know the storyline and the characters. It didn't matter. I stayed up reading until 3am because I couldn't bear to stop.
Perhaps The Dragonriders of Pern isn't literature, perhaps it's Fantasy and not even 'proper' Science Fiction, but Anne McCaffrey created a world in which women could be heroes and when she first wrote it, it was a new and daring premise. And she told a damn good story. I remember being young and slightly lost and feeling more at home in the pages of her book than I did in real life.
Almost 30 years later, and it's still a good story with well-drawn characters, a fascinating world, and excellent pacing, but its hero is no longer unusual. I love that it's become normal for girls to be heroes in our fiction because fiction, especially Fantasy and Science Fiction, is a safe place to explore new ideas, it opens doors and gives people the idea that they can walk through them confidently.
Thank you, Anne, for Pern and all who follow in your footsteps.
Greetings and salutations!
Inspired by my cousin to start a blog, my first thought was, "Yes, but about what do I write?" The answer came as quickly, "Books, silly." So here we are.
Books, and more importantly, stories, have been a large part of my life for as long as I can remember. I taught myself to read because my mother insisted on stopping at the end of the chapter at a reasonable bedtime when she read to us, even if that left Bilbo in some rather precarious positions. (Anyone remember the giant spiderweb fiasco?)
Since then I have read and continue to read a little bit of everything. I lean toward character-driven narrative over plot. I adore Jane Austen but also Charlaine Harris. I've even read Twilight. Don't judge. I'll tell you the story one day of how one of my favorite authors suggested that I read it.
In case you hadn't guessed, this blog will be mostly about books - books I love and books I hate, books that inspire me or make me think, and books that make me twitch. I'll probably talk about being a reader and the smell of books and the glory that is a good used bookstore but I'll try not to stray too far off topic.
I thought I would start by rereading some old favorites from my past. We'll see where it takes us from there.
Books, and more importantly, stories, have been a large part of my life for as long as I can remember. I taught myself to read because my mother insisted on stopping at the end of the chapter at a reasonable bedtime when she read to us, even if that left Bilbo in some rather precarious positions. (Anyone remember the giant spiderweb fiasco?)
Since then I have read and continue to read a little bit of everything. I lean toward character-driven narrative over plot. I adore Jane Austen but also Charlaine Harris. I've even read Twilight. Don't judge. I'll tell you the story one day of how one of my favorite authors suggested that I read it.
In case you hadn't guessed, this blog will be mostly about books - books I love and books I hate, books that inspire me or make me think, and books that make me twitch. I'll probably talk about being a reader and the smell of books and the glory that is a good used bookstore but I'll try not to stray too far off topic.
I thought I would start by rereading some old favorites from my past. We'll see where it takes us from there.
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