More hunger

So I totally forgot to post when I finished Catching Fire and Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins last week. They were good, I liked them, but they weren't as strong as the first book. Catching Fire had a somewhat slow start, and the Games felt kind of rushed. Also, about halfway through I started realizing that I was "Team Peeta". Whenever I feel some sort of weird team mentality in reference to fictional teen hotties when the main character, an attractive yet modest young girl is torn between loving both of them, I start to question the book. I would have loved that sort of soap opera romance as a pre-teen, but with the highly shirtless media frenzy over the Jacob/Edward dillema that Twilight posed, this plot device just feels very used and abused.
Also, Mockingjay kind of took a turn for the worst towards the end. Think Bell Jar bat shit crazy kind of worst. It seemed like a realistic way to respond to all of the drama that happened, but at the same time, this sort of thing really weighs me down. The sort of drama it presented was entirely psychologically driven, as opposed to the psychological subtlety seamlessly intertwined with thrilling adventure of the previous books.
Another thing that bothered me about Mockingjay was that literally like every other chapter, Katniss wakes up in a hospital bed. Seriously, she gets horribly wounded like 600 times in that book.
I'm actually starting to feel like I have nothing good to say about the last two books other than that they were interesting, entertaining, and somewhat thought provoking. They just didn't play out as well as the first book did. Oh well.

In other news, I had a dream last night where I was in the Hunger Games, and I basically hid the whole time like the scaredy cat that I am, and made a weapon out of a bone needle attached to a rubber band that I used like a slingshot spear thing. Then I found a bow and was relieved because I guess that was my main weapon or something, go figure.