I’m not on fire for Catching Fire
Ugh. I’m sorry about that. Sometimes post titles are just hard.
Anyway!
The Hunger Games sequel! That’s great! I mean, the first one was all about kids having to murder other kids, but because this is a sequel, they can’t possibly do the exact same thing again! *Reads plot synopsis*
Dammit.
Seriously: What is wrong with you people? Why do we have a second movie with kids killing other kids? Who wants to watch that? GAHHHHHHH child murder!
So, a bunch of kids get murdered, you say?
Yeah, I won’t be watching The Hunger Games this weekend.
(I also won’t be reading it, it turns out, even though it appears to be a well-written, interesting book.)
I know, I know. “What is your problem?” I can hear you guys asking. (That, or I’ve had a psychotic break. Whichever.)
Anyway, my problem is this: When I asked all the teenagers I know (which is, you know, several teenagers), “Do all the kids die in the end?”, they were all like, “Well, yes, actually.”
And here’s the thing: I read Battle Royale. Or I tried to, anyway. I couldn’t finish it, because they kept killing all those kids. (And, yes, I know it was stupid of me to expect anything else from a series with a premise like “So a class of kids is taken off to this mysterious island, where they participate in a battle royale, leaving only one survivor,” but I kept thinking, “But not the basketball player, right? The basketball player’s a good kid! He’ll get out of this all right, won’t he? Right? Right?” [Spoiler alert: the basketball player does not get out of it all right.]) So I had to give up Battle Royale, unfinished. (I really liked the basketball player.)
And now you tell me The Hunger Games has a bunch of even younger kids facing off against each other in a … Battle Royale of sorts?
So, yeah, I think I’ll be skipping it.
(Because I’m a wuss, that’s why.)