I am sure that many of you have heard of The Hunger Games, by Suzanne Collins. A book that has swept the nation with its' suspenseful and jarring story of Katniss Everdeen. And for those of you who didn't know, they are going to be making a Hunger Games movie. It will start filming in late spring early summer. I can't wait! Here's a link to find out more: http://www.mahalo.com/hunger-games-movie/
Here's a link to a very well done fan made trailer on the movie:
And for those of you who have not read the book yet, here is a summary:
Sixteen-year-old Katniss Everdeen is dreading the day when one boy and one girl are chosen to compete in the annual Hunger Games, especially since her sister can be entered now. Each year, one girl and one boy are chosen from each of the 13 districts in Panem. They will fight to the death on national TV. The only rule is to stay alive.
When Prim, Katniss' little sister is chosen as one of the competitors, Katniss knows that she must do something. Her sister is too young to die. So, Katniss volunteers to take her sister's place, knowing very well what she is getting in to. Katniss knows that there is a very good chance she will not survive the Games in the harsh arena. Herself and Peeta, the male chosen, will have to fight to survive in this nail-biting book. Katniss will discover the harsh environment that the capitol has created for their own entertainment of watching the lower districts die. The winner of the Games will win a life supply of food and food for their whole district. This is the only good thing about the Games, but it comes with the price of lives.
Quotes from the book:
I'm relieved Peeta's alive. I tell myself again that if I get killed, his winning will benefit my mother and Prim the most. This is what I tell myself to explain the conflicting emotions that arise when I think of Peeta. The gratitude that he gave me an edge by professing his love for me in the interview. The anger at his superiority on the roof. The dread that we may come face to face in the arena.
"They're sweet syrup." he says, taking the last spoonful. "Syrup". His eyes widen as he realizes the truth. I clamp my hand over his mouth and nose hard, forcing him to swallow instead of spit. He try's to make himself vomit the stuff up, but it's to late, he's already losing consciousness. Even as he fades away, I can see in his eyes what I've done is unforgivable.
Are you on your way to the library yet?