Hunger Games: Still Haunting my Dreams

I finished the Hunger Games a few days ago and it is STILL stuck in my head. Last night it was all mixed together with dreams about writing/living Queen of Attolia fan fiction.

Suzanne Collins really trapped me in Katniss’ story. Can I tell you how melancholy and on edge I felt while reading it? And the other dreams I’ve had…anyway, let’s just say that overall the series was really well written–enough to still be getting to me.

It left me feeling satisfied even though it’s such a dark story. Despite all the heartache it puts the reader and the characters through, I felt like it ended almost exactly as it had to end. (I’m sure there will be people who completely disagree with me on this, but this is my blog, so there.)

Here are some memorable moments that happened as I read. Warning: there will be SPOILERS.

Book 1: The Hunger Games

  • Having trouble seeing Katniss as anyone but Jennifer Lawrence, although everyone else in the story looked different in my head than they did in the movie.
  • Crying my eyes out when Rue died even though I already knew that was going to happen and I thought I’d guarded myself against getting emotional over it.

Book 2: Catching Fire

  • Laughing out loud over the following quote because even though it’s an awful sentiment, in the context of the story it really is stinking hilarious: “All I wanted was to keep Peeta alive, and I couldn’t and Finnick could, and I should be nothing but grateful. And I am. But I am also furious because it means that I will never stop owing Finnick Odair. Ever. So how can I kill him in his sleep?”
  • Innocently looking up Hunger Games on Twitter and in one awful glance learning things I didn’t want to know yet. (Though this did make it easier to deal with things when Prim died.)

Book 3: Mockingjay

  • Thinking over and over again, How can she kill off so many of her characters like that? It kills ME to do it in my own writing. (Of course, a lot of the deaths in Hunger Games did feel justified by the story, but there were SO MANY.) 
  • Finishing the book while sitting in the middle of Guitar Center, riveted to the words on the Kindle page and forcing myself not to cry over how sad Katniss was, all the while pretending to listen to my husband test some guitar effects pedals. If I had started crying I can only imagine what the crowd in there would’ve thought. Or maybe girls crying in Guitar Center happens all the time?
Me entertaining myself at Guitar Center. "Plunk, plunk, plunk," is what my playing sounds like.

Me entertaining myself at Guitar Center. “Plunk, plunk, plunk,” is what my playing sounds like.










  • And lastly: I started to read The Scorpio Races the next day and realized that every time it introduced a likable character, I was telling myself “this person is going to do die” in order to prepare emotionally for the fictional blood bath that may or may not be waiting to happen in this new story. Maybe, just maybe, Hunger Games traumatized me a little bit.