5 years ago

I finished the Hunger Games trilogy today. I struggled through them, oftentimes bored with the monotony, the dullness of the main character, Katniss’s, personality.
I realized the reason I didn’t enjoy the books is because they describe too closely, too exactly, what it really is like for someone who suffers loss, war and violence.
There really is no true, triumphant, happy ending. No grand, rewarding moment for the main characters.
Not in terms of what we as a material society want to see anyway.

The author clearly makes a point to describe both sides -the good and bad- who exterminate children for their agenda to be accomplished. Innocent pure human beings.
She writes:

“Because something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children’s lives to settle its differences. You can spin it any way you like. […] But in the end, who does it benefit? No one. The truth is, it benefits no one to live in a world where these things happen.”

The book ends with new life, however. However cliché it kind of is, it’s significant to our society. A society which refuses to recognize the presence of human life in the womb of a mother. A president of the United States of America, who refuses to lift a finger for the most innocent of us all, in the name of “freedom of choice”.

It’s disgusting to read these books and see reflected in them, parts of our society: puking up our food so that we may have the pleasure of consuming more; while others, single mothers, scrape by to feed their children. While our President thinks that killing these children will solve our problems, feed our stomachs and strengthen our country. Disgusting.

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